Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for everyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down, my sequel to Into the Sun. Today’s 8 sentences pick up where last week’s left off.
And, of course, I knew his, since he’d been named after his father. Neither of them went by that name, though.
“Phoebe Hartson,” the guy said.
Trace shifted now, as if he was going to get up. I put my hand on his thigh, though, silently asking him to stay where he was. Because I recognized the voice now. I didn’t even want to face him. It had been more than a year since I’d seen him.
Who is this guy? And why hasn’t she seen him in so long? I’ll have the next 8 sentences for you next week.