far as I could tell.
At 5:40 the next morning I was dressed and backing my truck out of the driveway while the sky was still that gray color it gets before sunrise, flat and mean. Maya was already on the porch in yesterday’s hoodie.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
She opened the passenger door anyway.
By the time I had reached the end of the street, Emma and Chloe continue reading …
