“ And that's when I felt the first wave of sorrow that came from keeping a new secret. ”
Somewhere, excitement waited for me like an uncut cake.
~ Lauren Wolk
I didn't tell him that I'd put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other business that occupied my brain, but I wouldn't unlid those boxes until I was ready to hear [his] stories again as they wanted to be heard.
Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt.
All around us, birds woke up the sky.
