Mark stared at me, the color faded from his face.
“Iris, how did you do that?” His voice shook, laced with hesitation. I wasn’t sure he even wanted to know, but his gears were turning and he wouldn’t be able to leave without an answer.
I rubbed my palms on my jeans that were wet from the rain, the rain that fell from the center of my ceiling. Staring down, I focused on the turned over candle, ...
