Mar 12, 2017
@isabellaxm
“Is anyone home?” Carlisle called as he shut the front door behind him, hanging his car keys up on a hook. “The strangest thing happened earlier - well, it’s still happening really.” He began, setting his briefcase down and shrugging out of his jacket. “Everything was fine and suddenly it was all fuzzy. Perhaps fuzzy isn’t the right word. Dulled sounds more accurate.” Was it just him?