I always knew which arrows were hers before I read them. It was obvious. They were cleaner, tied. Except today—today they were late. They hadn’t shown up for a week, an eternity when they usually arrived three days early.
My finger twitched, then twitched again. Rubbing my eyes, I stood up to look out the window, my eyes didn’t make it more than a meter before casting down and locking onto the wall.
I was being ridiculous. But still..
I turned from the wall and picked up the piece of wood from the floor.