There are times in a person’s life when a singular moment seems to last longer than it should. As if the gods themselves plucked it straight out of time and lengthened it between their hands like string. Stretching and pulling until mere seconds extend into what feels like an eternity. Depending on what you’re doing at that exact moment, this can be wholly wonderful or completely unbearable. I watch Lachlan’s face, at how his eyes glow as Idalia runs towards him, and the gods stretch time for me. She flings her arms around his neck. This singular moment is not wholly wonderful.
