“Pfft, aren’t you optimistic,” my mouth twists into an ugly grimace as I clench my fists. My throat dries from the rushed breathing as… — Jocelyn White Copy Share Image
“He's the navigator, he could probably find you a route to Hawaii underwater.” — Jocelyn White Copy Share Image
“Yet I can’t bring myself to derail from her nor can I reject what I feel in the most primitive parts of me: hope.… — Jocelyn White Copy Share Image
