I’m starting a new project, well, sort of. The characters and idea have been around for a while, but the world just got overhauled.
There’s a chance I’ll have to drop this and work on the sequel to another book soon, but until then…I’m happy to revisit these characters.
Had she been anywhere other than Astor Street, Lainie could have pretended this trip to the burbs was a pit stop instead of a final destination. As it was, her car idled at the curb before a tidy ranch-style house where an elderly gentleman tended his garden. She tapped her horn, and he glanced her way. Squinting into the sun, his weathered face crinkled in a grin that warmed her from the inside out. He tossed his gloves to the ground, and then waved her forward. And when her tires hit the concrete driveway, they rolled over the imprint of her five-year-old self’s hands.
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