Book 12: Her Story

Misty

Crescent Falls.

I toss my keys on the counter as I come thundering through the kitchen, sweat lining my brow. “Cole? COLE!”

“I’m upstairs!” he calls out as I sprint around the corner into the hallway where the foyer opens up, spilling wintery sunlight through the bay windows overlooking the curving staircase. Snow falls in thick clumps, covering the ground. Two suitcases rest near the front door, but upstairs, I hear Cole talking to Addy and the sound of zippers closing.

I trip on each step in my haste to get upstairs, carrying a bundle of papers in my arms. A few notes come loose, floating through the air behind me as I rush into our bedroom.

Cole turns to me with another suitcase, arching his brows. “I didn’t think you’d be back until this afternoon–”

“I finished it,” I rasp, breathless, thrusting the stack of printer paper into his full hands. All two-thousand pages, front and back, stare up at him, and he looks down in s