"What are the odds of that?" I said and thought back to all the unusual luck I had experienced. "The wardrobe malfunctions are not an accident. I must be doing it on a subconscious level."

The house was too quiet. I stood and climbed the steps to check on my family. Mom was asleep in her bed an open book on her ample chest. I retrieved her reading glasses and folded the arms close when I noticed something strange. They were supposed to be reading glasses, but the lenses were plain glass. Why was she wearing these? That didn't make any god damn sense. I placed the bookmark in her...