Eve was sitting out on the front porch of the cottage with a cup of coffee in her hands. It'd gone cold a long time ago, but holding it was a soothing, comforting action. It was something familiar, something she could cling to ( Read more... )

Eve's nightly check of her voicemail had her flailing incoherently for a good twenty minutes and grateful Gwynn was out of the room at that particular moment so as not to see said flailing.

Once that was done, she called Sean.

Six times. Six damn times.

She was about to launch herself off the bed and out the door when he picked up.

( Second verse, same as the first. )

Eve was grateful to Johnny for doing so much to help Savannah, but it left her at a loss as to what to do. And so, rather than emo about it -- well, much, anyway; as a mother, she had a right to a little bit of angsty emo -- she'd tucked herself away in her room with her grimoires, assorted other texts she had around, and was looking for memory- ( Read more... )