Wraith (28 page)
“Dad, don’t go.” His hair still kicked out in the back, and his shirt collar was folded oddly.
“Come on, Arlene. We need to get on the road.”
Mrs. Stout kissed his mother on the cheek and edged around his father at the door. “Call me when you get to Florida.”
His mother paused and looked around again, face tired and drawn. Without another word, she walked out the door, closing it firmly behind her.
“Stay!” he called, hoping by some miracle they’d hear him.
Patrick watched out the picture window in the living room as his father helped his mother into the car. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear his dad looked straight at him, turning to face the house before climbing into the driver’s seat.
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Acknowledgements
As anyone who brushes against me creatively understands that it takes a village to help me through my process. I can be a little needy and everyone in my village has an important role, from idiot (me) to Mayor (undecided) that helps me get from the spark to the finished product. Thanks to my readers who had to muddle through the early messy drafts; Alicia, Tracie, Rachel, and Liz. My Betas; Vanessa, Jessica and Beth. Alice for the final edit. Sam for the cover and all the other stuff (there is too much stuff to describe.) Kirsten for the hand holding, one plot point at a time. For Mo. Just because. Adonis for his little blue car I see barreling down the street, probably held together with duct tape. Special thanks to CA for being supportive and my girls for letting me steal time from them to hide in my cave and get this accomplished. But seriously, I owe Barb for her help, beyond measure, during my freakouts and tantrums and rants and worries and for knowing that one day during the zombie apocalypse you’ll move over and let me share your igloo.
About the Author
Angel Lawson lives with her family in Atlanta and has a lifelong obsession with creating fiction from reality, either with paint or words. On a typical day you can find her writing, reading and trying to get the glitter out from under her nails.
Angel can be found at
www.angellawson.com
and on twitter at
@LawsonWrites
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