“I have a soft spot for kids. She started whisper-singing along with me. Her words against my chest. To the pony, I was guessing. She was melting me. I would kill every man on the compound to be able to… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I wished my mother was here tonight, which is stupid, because it’s an impossible wish.” He shrugs and turns to me, drowning the smile that cracks me every time. “It’s not stupid to want to see her again.” “It wasn’t… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
