Back To Normal Casey Calvert [portable] -

The silence in the house wasn’t empty; it was heavy. It pressed against the drywall and sat in the dust motes floating through the afternoon sun. For Casey Calvert, "normal" had become a foreign country, one she had been deported from months ago.

Step two: The mail. The stack on the entryway table was a geologic formation. Bills, flyers, a coupon book for a pizza place that had probably closed down by now. Casey reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and sifted through the pile. Junk. Junk. Important. Junk. back to normal casey calvert