Chapter 168: The Shadow
Drew POV
I was four years old and three months and twelve days.
I knew this because I counted. Not every day, but often enough that the number was always somewhere in my head, ready if I needed it. Lake said that was weird, that nobody counted their age like that, but Lake also thought that all crows were the same and they weren't, so his opinion on counting wasn't the most reliable.
The shadow started on a Tuesday.
I wasn't sure it was a shadow at first. That was the problem with noticing things—sometimes you noticed something and you didn't know if it was a real thing or a thing your brain made up because it was looking for patterns. I was good at patterns. Dad said I was very good at patterns, which was usually a compliment but sometimes came with the face t
