May 12th excerpt:
Jacob’s eyes were wide. He tried to imagine waking up so little, and he felt his shoulders tensing up in spite of himself. His fingers curled slightly, almost ready to hug Sam again for what he’d been through, but instead he just brushed one tiny arm with his thumb, getting better and better at the gesture.
“Maybe his brother’s still in one a’ the other rooms,” Jacob suggested. “We can just go ask.”