Nov 27, 2018
Brett had memorized where Julienne’s tiny home was. Even if she tried to move it, he was certain he could find that woman. He landed on her property - she’d probably accuse him for trespassing, but he was used to it - and walked over to the front of her tiny home. “Julienne,” Brett called out after he knocked on her door, “I’d toss rocks at your window but that might break it.” It was tiny home. He was an alien that had super strength as part of his birthright. He stepped back, “We need to talk, Julienne. It’s important.” He’d been wrestling with that since the moment he heard the news. Part of him knew the truth already, but part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t. // @jvonr