Maybe exposure therapy is what I need. If I keep saying her name, the rush of remembrance will be easier to survive.
I pull the pendant free and stare down at it. I remember the day we found this worthless scrap of bronzed metal. It stuck out from the usual trash we found in the junkyard. We both pranced around like little lunatics, basking in the glory of our discovered treasure.
“It’s magic, Paige,” Clara whispered to me in the fading light of the sun. “It’s magic. I know it is. We have to hold onto it forever, okay?”
I made her a promise. On the eve of my seventh birthday, I looked my best friend in the eyes and made a vow.
By the time I head back to the table, our food has arrived.
“Sorry, did I take that long?”
Misha looks irritable. “When you don’t have to get meat up to a safe
