"It's a he, Kara."
"Who?"
"The owner of the hands that hold on to me in my dreams."
"How do you know that it's a boy for sure?"
"I can feel his despair, his sadness. His loneliness. His ache. I don't know how but it's a him."
"And what does he want? Is he trying to harm you? Does he say anything"
"No. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to because I can hear his thoughts. He wants me to save him."
Ally (15) to Kara (18)
ALLY’s POV
I walked deeper and deeper into the woods, careful not to step on the floor length white lace dress that had been a gift from Dahlia. The letter was tightly squeezed in my hand and I could hear my own heartbeat accelerating as I neared my target, his scent faint in the cool afternoon breeze.
Tamara had promised to st
