Emil flexed his fingers as much as he could and grimaced. Both hands were achy today, and he couldn’t remember what he’d done to deserve it. Normally, after five years, they only hurt after he’d strained them, and sometimes with severe changes in the barometric pressure.
Shrugging mentally, he changed the song on his playlist to something more upbeat to combat the pain and continued the walk toward the Sheriff’s Station. He had a thing he needed to show his dad, and he hoped to catch him at his workplace, because by the time the workday was over for the sheriff, Emil would be too exhausted to deal with people, even his family.
Because it was early June, everywhere started to look greener, and the businesses along the road crossing town had flowers in the pots they’d hauled outside in the
