The bell on the bakery door jingles. Erica sticks her head out from the back and her face lights up, “Beckett!” “Hey Erica” I smile, I doubt she will won’t see past it. She wipes her floury hands on her apron, her blonde hair has a white stripe of flour in it. “How’s Quinn?” She […]Read more "chapter 10"
The ceiling looks like it always did. Except, now I am not a five-year-old with knobby knees and oversized blue eyes.Read more "chapter 6"
“Where did you go?” Quinn asks, voice soft with sleep “Couldn’t sleep” “Did you see Julia?” “Yeah, I talked to her and Olivia for a while before we all left. They went out to Waffle House I think” “Did I forget to tell you? I’m actually in love with Elvis, but he was […]Read more "chapter 5"