Rain

The days passed, but everything was mostly okay. Except right now, the twins were staring at each other again.

That weird, unblinking, telepathic stare they do. Like they were having a full-blown conversation with zero words, just… intense twin telepathy and whatever eldritch vibes they run on.

I was halfway through a bag of trail mix and pretending to ignore it, but then one of them—probably Rowan, or maybe it was Gemma, I still mess them up sometimes—tilted their head and said, in that calm-creepy way, “We dreamed about the fire again.”

I groaned. “Oh, good. Can’t wait for this one.”

“The fire was singing,” the other twin added,...