fall.
“Why did you leave me?” she whispered, her voice breaking against the cold air. “I don’t know how to live without you…”
And then—
She felt it.
A shift.
Subtle… but undeniable.
Marta turned.
A young girl was walking toward her. No more than twelve. Dark skin, thin frame, hair tied messily as the wind tugged at loose strands. Her clothes were worn, far continue reading …
