I had stood by the window for too long, fingers clenched around the edge of the heavy curtain as if it would tear it down.
My brows furrowed, each vein thumping hard under my skin as I stood there, watching as the black SUV rolled down the driveway, headlights sweeping across the tall building before disappearing out the gates.
My pulse hammered in my ears, loud, fast, like someone knocking on the inside of my skull.
I let the curtain fall back into place. The room dimmed again, only one out of the light bulbs was on, throwing a weak yellow circle across the floor, brightening the room enough.
Samantha was changing. Growing wings. She used to listen, really listen. When I spoke, her eyes softened, her shoulders relaxed, her lips parted like every word I said was something precious.
