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She held her head straight and kept her gaze fixed, deliberately not scanning the room for familiar faces. Anyone that Shiloh would recognize was going to have to force their way into her field of vision.
“The brain makes note of novelty. Broken patterns. The more we do the same things, the more they blend together.”
Shiloh had had big ideas about not letting the television raise her children. But then she’d actually had children. And then she’d gotten divorced. And now every day felt like something to get through alive. Something to try and stay awake for.
