(...continued at Grown-up Jasper's end)
There were no more thunders.No signs of storms.No voids.
No collapsing reality or eternal turmoil flipping them side by side.
Just—Jasper sitting on a half cracked stone ledge like this was a mildly inconvenient family meet in the middle of a vacation.
His elbows rested on his knees.Fingers tapping.Slow at first.Then faster as if trying to match Autumn's motion.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
His storm-blue eyes tracked his mother as she paced in front of him.
Left.
Right.
Turn.
Back again.
If pacing burned calories, Autumn would have evaporated by now.
She had crossed the same stretch of shoreline so many times the wet sand had flattened smooth beneath her feet.
"Okay. Okay. Fine. Great. Fantastic," she muttered under her breath. "My son is here from the future.Great! This means he didn't just break rules, the natural flow of all events has fractured. That's just— that's just perfect."
Jasper smirked.
