Kristen
It was crazy how we simply walked out of the Falcon Ridge pack house and drove back to Ezra’s Townhouse. Somewhere along the way, it felt like we passed through a portal, leaving the supernatural world behind while we re-entered the hum-drum of everyday life. Instead of a wild and noisy dining room, it was the four of us seated around Ezra’s dining table, eating a delicious lasagna, salad and fresh cheesy garlic bread that Mrs. Farley had prepared for us. Even the kids seemed subdued as their forks clicked against their plates.
After dinner and bath time for two very tired kids, I left Mrs Farley to handle bedtime stories and went to my corner of the study. I found some comfort in the mundaneness of my draft table and sketchbooks, but that peace was short-lived when I opened up m
