“I reached out and curled my hand around her still, icy fingers. I held it there for a long time as I sat with my knees to my chest, wishing that just for a minute she could squeeze it back… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
“I closed the cover and stared at it. How dare she have dreams while making all of us live like this? She was the… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
“If it was her diary, it would be wrong to open it. More wrong than leaving her dead in the hallway for the better… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
“I reached out and curled my hand around her still, icy fingers. I held it there for a long time as I sat with… — C.J. Omololu Copy Share Image
