I put it on the fireplace mantle next to another jar. I’d started quite the collection. Then, it was time for breakfast.
Thorn, who’d been sitting in a kitchen chair staring out the window while we sealed the jar, started to come around.
“Kinsley,” he called out to me like someone lost in a fog. He technically had been but in his body. I could only hope that it had been like sleeping while Zane was inside of him. I wished for him that he wouldn’t remember any of it.
By then, Lilith and I were back in the kitchen. I made another pot of coffee, and she was busy getting a bottle ready for when Laney woke.
“I’m over here, dear. Making some coffee,” I said. “Would you like a cup?”
“Sure,” he said. “What happened?”
“Coffee first,” I said. “I promise I’ll tell you all about it.”
“These muffins smell delicious; can I have one?” Thorn asked.
I looked over at Lilith, and she responded. “Sure, why not. As long as you don’t have any extra souls rattling around in your body, they’re just chocolate chip oatmeal muffins. Do you like cinnamon?”
“Love it,” Thorn said and rubbed the back of his neck. He still looked confused but reached out for a muffin. “What do you mean as long as I don’t have any other souls rattling around in my body? Somebody, please tell me what happened. How did we get home?”
“Go ahead then,” I said. “They smell delicious. I think I’ll have one too, and then Lilith and I will explain everything.”
“Bacon for me!” Meri announced as he sashayed into the kitchen.
“Is he getting bigger?” Lilith asked. “He really looks like he’s getting bigger.”
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a coincidence.
