What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

Books. Change. Lives.

Fears are meant to be faced.

“No body,” I repeated. “Yeah, because you buried it,”

“Please stop worrying so much.” Please stop giving me reasons to,

“Cats have nine lives,” Tag shot back. “But none of them have been hit by Josh’s favorite frying pan,” I quipped.

Bunker chuckled. “Oh, my dear Lily,” he said, “even though you and Taggart discarded my suggestion yesterday and didn’t pay a cent of attention to my lecture, you both deserve each and every joy life has to offer.”

Aut viam inveniam aut facium. I shall either find a way or make one,

“God, I hate you,” I said, laughing. Alex shook his head. “I don’t believe you.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said, “you’ve got Tag’s favorite smile on your face.”

Alex is an amazing friend 🫶

“This is happiness,” Tag said reverently. “Happiness, all because of you.”