The glass was cold against my palms, as I pressed them to the window. Rain poured down outside, running like a waterfall across the outside glass. It was cold, but I didn’t want cold. The house was empty, of course they were out playing baseball. Even my mother had went, though I knew she would only be umpire. She still had no interest in sports.
But they had left me here, all alone, to shiver in the cold Cullen house. I was supposed to be sleeping. It was a school night but the booming thundrer and the aching cold had kept me up. I didn’t want cold. I wanted warm. And I knew who could...
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