Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
