From Chapter 4
The kitchen was deserted – devoid of both people and the usual aromas of a meal in preparation.
Clark concentrated his hearing. His mom’s breathing was coming from upstairs, steady and regular, indicating she was probably asleep. He was grateful for that.
There was no other breathing. No other heartbeat.
What had happened?
Had his mom been so upset that Lois had felt she had to leave?
Would she go without even telling him?
He looked through the walls to where the rental car had been parked. It was gone.
Groaning, he pulled out a chair, sat down, and buried his face in his hands.
He was exhausted. He felt as if every ounce of energy had been leeched from him.
His strange alien strength helped him physically, but it had done nothing to help him through the emotional and mental trauma of the past year.
If only he could… He fiercely squashed all thought of giving up before the idea had even properly formed. He couldn’t give up. He had to keep going, keep providing steady support, keep being there… until his mom was ready to move on.
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, trying to decide what he should do now.
Where was Lois? Why had she –
Then, he heard it.
Thanks for reading!
Corrina.
