Cecelia
“What do you mean he fell off the roof?” I clutched the phone closer to my ear as Chloe repeated the story of how Benson slipped off from someone’s two-story roof while attempting to install a skylight. “Oh my god, is he alright? Have you called Dr. Ramirez? You just sit tight, I’ll be right over!” It was almost dark and the evenings were getting chilly, so I grabbed my sweater and ran for the front door.
Samson was on his way in, and he stood aside to hold the door open for me. “Still under house arrest, right, Luna?” He teased with a good-natured, lopsided grin as I passed.
“You betcha!” I called over my shoulder, stuffing my arms in my sweater as I went. In the fading light, many of the trees were beginning to turn shades of gold, red, and orange, and seemed to almost g
