#Chapter 62- Miss me?

Kingston I didn’t knock. The pull toward her was so intense that I knew she was behind the door without having to ask or check who was inside. The motel door was thin enough that I could hear the soft shuffle of feet from within, the low murmur of a television, and the sound of a child laughing. Riley. He was alive, as I had suspected. He was okay. I braced a hand on the doorframe as my lungs struggled to expand, as if they’d been frozen until this moment. Then the door creaked open. Cora stood on the other side, pulled to me by the same energy that tethered us together, no doubt. Her hair was pulled back in a messy braid, dark circles under her eyes, her frame thinner than I remembered. She wore a threadbare hoodie and jeans, barefoot on the cheap carpet, and yet she looked more like home than my mansion ever had. For a beat, neither of us said anything. What was there to say? So much. Too much. Then her lips parted, and all she managed was, “Kingston.” Reli