the butterfly effect;
(with reference to chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.
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In which she is sent to another world.
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[Book 1 in the Lorenz System Serie...
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Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
—Vicki Harrison
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The next morning, after finally managing to get a few hours of restless sleep, Sarah wakes up to the smell of bacon.
She lets out a sigh while staring up at the ceiling.
So... she's still here.
Letting out a puff of air, Sarah's figure rises up, gazing around at the now sunlit room.
Birds chirp faintly outside, the sun now high in the sky as the trees blow gently with the wind.
She slowly climbs out of the bed, changing clothes, before shuffling towards the door, hand raising in hesitation over the handle.
She can't hide up here forever. She reasons, quietly opening the door and stepping into the hallway.
As she makes her way down the stairs, Sarah can make out the murmuring of voices from the kitchen.
She wanders into the room, wringing her hands in agitation, gazing at the scene before her.
Melissa stands at the stove, the sizzling of bacon being heard as she hums quietly to herself.
Scott sits at the dining room table, chewing on a piece of bacon, leg bouncing underneath him, before his head snaps up at Sarah's entrance, a surprised smile appearing on his face.
Melissa glances over at Sarah, giving her a playful grin. "Well, look who decided to join us." she says, before turning back to the food. "We were starting to wonder if you'd ever come down. We don't bite, we promise." she speaks, flipping a piece of bacon, before turning towards Sarah again. "Are you hungry?" she asks. "You must be, you barely ate anything yesterday." she points out, glancing at Sarah in concern.
"Uh, yeah, a little." Sarah mutters quietly, taking a seat at the table across from Scott.
Melissa smiles brightly. "Well, I hope you like bacon, because that's all I really have at the moment. It's hard to keep a full fridge with a werewolf scarfing everything down." She narrows her eyes at Scott, who gives a wide-eyed look at his mother.
"What?" Scott says, letting out a chuckle of embarrassment, scratching at his head. "I get hungry."
Sarah quirks her lips up in a small smile, watching the scene between them with a sense of fondness.
For a moment, her heart sinks as she thinks about her dad, expression faltering slightly, before quickly giving a fake smile towards Scott before he can notice.
