in ten minutes. I didn’t read them.
That night, Zara found me on our balcony staring at the sunset. “Your family’s losing their minds,” she said.
“I know.”
She stood beside me, shoulder against mine. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I laughed softly, humorless. “I don’t want to be their lesson. I don’t want to be the thing that teaches them consequences.continue reading …
