C7 SEVEN

The Seeds of Time

DEREK

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say which grain will grow, and which will not,

Speak.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth

MY PHONE BEEPED, pulling me from my dreams. I reached for Rose but her side of the bed had gone cold. A text from Tammy told me they were coming home—with company.

"Rose?" I checked the bathroom, but it was empty. Pulling on pants