His hands–her hands–hovered over the buttons, trembling slightly. This was the perfect opportunity to push my luck. He crossed to the vanity, picking up a brush to run through his hair, the strokes slow and kind, each pass smoothing the damp strands into a sleek fall. “I wish you’d just–ugh, I wish you could see what it’s like being me for once!”

“And I wish you’d grow up and stop blaming me for your problems!” Linda fired back, her eyes blazing.

A sudden, inexplicable jolt ripped through the room–a flash of light,Maid a hum that vibrated in their bones.