Noah

My mom had always had a way of making things feel normal.

Even when they weren’t.

Even when the world outside was getting swallowed whole by a blizzard, the wind howling like it was personally offended by our existence.

Inside the Carter house?

It smelled like garlic and butter.

The heater hummed.

The kitchen lights were warm.

And my mom was standing at the counter like this was just… a regular Tuesday.

Except it wasn’t.

Jessa was here.

Staying the ...