Dalon
By page six, my eyes are burning, exhaustion mixed with heartache and a headache. I am not a reader, but I am trying to read through the manuscript in the hopes of better understanding Rejena and where she came from. How she remembers so many little details and how she is able to describe the moment we met, is astonishing. For me, she was the girls with blondish hair and a nice arse and pretty eyes. For her, she described my skin as being tanned, slightly darker than caramel. My eyes reminded her of the forest, filled with so many different shades of green that she couldn’t call it one solid color. My eyes, my smile, the way I walked, she had it all in there and I never imagined that someone would see so much within a few minutes of meeting a person.
By the time I get past the day
