James
JamesI place the card on the table, using it to complete the line in front of me. It"s not something I should share with Hank and Will, they"d laugh about it. But it"s one of the last connections I have to my mother, and I play every night to preserve her memory.
The Queen of Hearts calls out to me, and I stroke my finger down the side of it. Other than a single drop of dried blood, it"s pristine, like the rest of the set. I don"t know what happened to her, but the bloodstain hadn"t been there before my mother died.
It was one of those things I have to accept. Like her death itself.
The door creaks open, and I spin around. The others know better than to interrupt me at this hour.
"Hank, if you"re coming to tell me about the—" I stop as a cat slinks into the room. Crouching, I ho
