Date = 1 July
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Aria
The sky is turning the color of old iron, thick with layered grays that bled into one another, slow and heavy, darkening the sky to an unnatural charcoal. A low groan of distant thunder rumbles — not loud, but long — like something ancient waking up.
The wind shifts, sharp and metallic, and the gulls have vanished. On the horizon, where sea meets sky, the black clouds curl inward like fists. Something is coming. Not rain. Something worse.
We watch them drive away. Charlotte waves her little arm off through the back window of the truck. Leyla is gonna miss having her around.
I look down at the new tiny girl holding my hand. She’s even smaller than my sister. Thin, but strong — in cargo shorts and an oversized skate hoodie
