“Do not let her leave.”

scarves, Callie, Everly, Joss, and Cormac.

There were absolutely no photographs of the people who had watched me. There were only images of the people who truly saw me.

I rested both hands on the swell of my belly, feeling a strong, rhythmic kick against my palms. The window was open, letting in the warm summer breeze. There were no rented sedans idling continue reading …