RIO
I pulled open the dresser drawer and dumped everything onto the bed, my hands moving quickly and shaking a little. Pens, markers, a roll of red yarn, and a half-used pack of thumbtacks I’d forgotten about spilled out. I grabbed the chair from the desk, dragged it to the wall, climbed up, and wrote the first name directly onto the wall.
Wolf.
I wrote his name in big block letters in the center of the wall and underlined it twice. My chest tightened as I looked at it, the letters standing out, almost accusing. I had to stop myself from drawing a heart around it. He made me feel loved, but now that same feeling made me want to cry. Would Wolf ever come back home?
“Stay focused,” I muttered to myself. “You can fall apart later.”
One by one, I started writing more names, places, and da
