Smallara

Greg had seen this view before.  He had been on the floor of Madison’s room before, had stood at this level among the giant casual debris of her life and…

Greg took matters into his own hands.  Across Madison’s desk, near the back corner by her monitor, a power cord hung in a long dark line toward the floor. He…

Greg heard it before he understood what it was.  At first it came to him as nothing more than a low, shifting vibration under his feet, something absorbed by the floorboards and…

Madison settled deeper into the couch, one arm stretched along the back cushion, the other hand busy with the remote while the LLS pregame show rolled on. Bright graphics flashed across the…

Madison had gotten up at some point during the pregame show. Cindy could hear her rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, opening one, then another, the sounds of casual searching carrying…

I realized I posted these out of order. So you read chapter 9 instead of chapter 8.  So i will just post the correct chapter early then fridays post will…