A Tale of Two Sisters
Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate.
- Rick Riordan
COLTON
Her name was familiar… one I knew I wouldn’t forget.
Anastasia.
In the darkness of night, rain pounds at my bedroom window to the beat of that one word, the syllables feeling familiar on my tongue, and at four AM, I pace the floor of my condo, counting sheep—trying to do whatever “normal” human beings do when they’re not f*****g.
I can’t f*****g sleep. This week’s weather has been more brutal than most and through thunderstorms that start early in the evening and last late into the night, I toss and turn, leaping to my feet, my mind racing as I wander over my hardwood floors, thinking about the woman from the Tripping Out! Offices.
I try to occupy my thoughts, anything to keep my mind
