Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.
~ Leigh Bardugo
I will tell you a story, one I used to tell to a little boy with dark hair. A silent boy who rarely laughs, who listened more closely than I realized. A boy who had a name and not a title
Do you think I could have come to you again and again, if you had been less alone?You called me and I answered
