After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
Tag: Manifest
Someone Is Inside My Head
Some dreams I don’t understand.
Ohmygosh
This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.
Black Mountain Grim
That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.
Talking to Myself
With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.
What Would You Do?
Each shake and shudder of Flight 817 invokes memories of her seven-year-old son’s toothy grin.