“No need for stories, April,” his voice held the same strong, defiant tone that it had when we were battling side by side, “I think I finally know where this one is going.” — Charlotte Jain Copy Share Image
“Kyle,” my gaze locked on his, “pick up the apple core, and plant it in your garden.” His expression became washed with momentary vacancy.… — Charlotte Jain Copy Share Image
“No need for stories, April,” his voice held the same strong, defiant tone that it had when we were battling side by side, “I… — Charlotte Jain Copy Share Image
“Sometimes when we’re in trouble, there are others there to help us,” I said, “but sometimes no one’s there. All we have is ourselves.… — Charlotte Jain Copy Share Image
“Delicate hairpins twinkled through the air, moving effortlessly to hold her fringe from her eyes. She didn’t glance to the hairpins. But she didn’t… — Charlotte Jain Copy Share Image
