I don’t know what to say if he says something.
It’s going to be a nest, honey. Right… There. See? We should feel so special a soon-to-be mama bird wants her home here with us.
Frank knew those boys well enough to know none of them would send this text to his sixteen-year-old baby girl.
A mother and daughter receive help from an unlikely source.
As if they were a victim of a strange, inescapable curse, the fog served as a reminder of how unclear and gloomy their life was.
He was from another time, another place where people didn’t have faces.