Welcome back! Six Sunday is in full swing after a short holiday break, and I’m glad. I’ve missed snooping in all the WIPs floating around the SSS site, so let’s get right to it. Here’s another Six from Evermine:
Shame churned my gut, but hope was my antacid. Maybe she and Clayton had fought. Maybe she had come home. Maybe she was waiting in her old room, upstairs, across from mine.
“Maddie?” I strained my ears, but heard wind and the promise of thunder.
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