All the Little Houses

Under the spotlight of the full moon, though, the normally placid lake roils, its metallic surface disturbed by both the torching summer breeze and the body recently thrust there. Later The body still bobs on the surface of the lake, a marshmallow floating in hot chocolate. Jackson’s whole body glistens with sweat as he slides into the passenger seat of Charleigh’s car, heart thudding in his throat. If Alexander hadn’t been acting so funny when they came home from the shooting range, she’d maybe finally want to have this conversation with him.