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Loïc Age Fifteen Amarillo, Texas“Because of everything I’ve lost, I can’t lose Sarah, too.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I wake with a start. My back pushes into the gravel beneath it before I jolt up. I reach my arm out to the side, patting the spot beside me, and I immediately notice that Sarah isn’t there. Her comforting warmth is unmistakably missing.
Something’s wrong.
I’m surrounded by darkness, save for the tiny tease of light rising from the horizon in the distance, indicating dawn’s impending arrival. It’s early.
Sarah would never just leave me. She wouldn’t.
“Sarah! Sarah!” I call out.
A sad echo of my voice bounces back from the metal above me.
We’ve been staying under this overpass for about a week now. I found some temporary work in town that pays me cash to sort and load produce
