“Yes,” Abelard said finally. “You are a fractured snowflake, a pattern repeated in infinite detail in a world full of salt crystals. You’re not broken—you’re perfect.” Perfect. Some tight, hard shell around my heart cracked open. I hadn’t even known… — Laura Creedle Copy Share Image
“My high numbers were test scores, the low numbers and zeros: homework. Because my brain stores random unimportant bits of information like the stellar… — Laura Creedle Copy Share Image
“Yes,” Abelard said finally. “You are a fractured snowflake, a pattern repeated in infinite detail in a world full of salt crystals. You’re not… — Laura Creedle Copy Share Image
