The Midnight Knock

Kyla

The woman looked up. Whatever she might have wanted to say was cut off by a deafening crash from somewhere up ahead. One of the city’s great white spires had fallen.

As the sound faded, Sarah said, “Where should I go? I don’t have anything left.”

“Then let it.” Sarah never took her eyes off the egg. “I’ve ruined my life. I’ve ruined everything.”