Wednesday NightThe ceiling was smooth and black, and Silver sort of wished it was dirty and bumpy like Ethan’s so it would at least be interesting to look at. After all, he spent an unreasonable amount of time staring at it. The majority of his time at “home” was spent lying on his bed, and glaring at his boring ceiling until dinner, and then again until he fell asleep. Everything was so structured, every piece of furniture matched and there were no patterns in the plain white carpet. Breakfast was 6:30 and dinner at the same time at night. It was horribly monotonous.More Like This
Until the doorbell rang.
Silver bolted straight up in his bed. No one came to their house. Could it be the police? He rolled off the black comforter and flung open the heavy black curtains he usually kept drawn in front of the gargantuan window that over looked their driveway. It took a moment to adjust to the sunlight, but when he did what he saw filled him with horror; Lyra’s car was parked in the drivew