22That night we settled into our tents on a small plateau and by the grace of God, Mom passed out early.
I pulled out the journal and bravely went right to the very last page. It was written two days before she died.
SKYE’S JOURNAL
Now I am writing a new one – for Liv.
Livi, the girl who can fly,
Way past dreams born of heaven and sky,
Gave me a book with a poem written on the sleeve
The words, they just danced off the page
Warming my ears with a breath
That made me feel faint...
I can’t finish writing this and I won’t ever sing it anyway, because it makes me sound like I’m in love with her. I thought I was in love with Max, even though I can’t find him half the time. Maybe I’m bi, who knows.
I just know I feel safe with Livi. She knows where it’s at about parties and people. Sh
