Katty huddled on the floor of the closet, Gamma’s closet, surrounded by journals. She knew she should have asked Noell for permission again, but when she did ask, Noell always laughed and said yes. So, okay.
She was the only one awake and up. Unusual that Bea wasn’t even up. She tapped her phone—5:30 in the morning. The birds weren’t even awake. Yet. This was the third morning she’d stirred awake. Every time she covered back up, checked Bea next to her, and closed her eyes. Back to sleep. But every time, Gamma’s journals drew her.
Most mornings, Katty was haunted by visions of brutal abortions and this morning they had tried to crush her day before it started. But hope wove its way through her dreams. Hope from Gamma’s journals now covered the pain, the memories. Those visuals might neve
