Fallon

My mom and dad weren't really sure what to do, and since I'd always been a relatively happy kid as long as I didn't have a ton of homework and didn't have to eat my mom's burned food - we were all in foreign territory.

They ordered Chinese takeout.

We ate at the table as we always did.

Only this time, Zane wasn't in his spot.

The spot he'd occupied for the past few weeks, teasing me that even muses need to eat, but not my mom's ...