Hold On

Claire smiled at the two as they left. “See you this afternoon,” she leaned against the front door frame, giving a small wave, as they got in Daniel’s old truck and pulled out of the drive. When they were out of sight she closed the door and stood in front of a foyer mirror. She half turned and pulled her hair up. Her fingers danced across a scar just at the base of her neck. It was writing, Hebrew, a small inscription about two inches in length. Chosen. It had faded over time but the raised