Alex smiled. For the first time, he didn’t need an explanation.
The next morning, the box was gone. But on his nightstand, where the coal had been, lay a small pile of dust—and a new note.
The coal went cold. The glow died. 11:12 PM.
Alex smiled. For the first time, he didn’t need an explanation.
The next morning, the box was gone. But on his nightstand, where the coal had been, lay a small pile of dust—and a new note.
The coal went cold. The glow died. 11:12 PM.