Chapter 8Morning sun from my window warming my face, the anger from the night before was gone. Sarge telling his story meant a lot to me. The grief of losing Mimi was kinda settling in. Not gone, but—lighter. I didn’t think I’d be screaming and sobbing on a sidewalk any more.
I can do this. This new life. I love Sarge, I love Will, I love Estrella. Life is good. Or getting there.
Okay. Not as much sleep as I wanted. But I was my usual dancebot self. A lighter step, a lighter heart. I lost myself. My favorite fantasy. Prima ballerina, acclaimed for my joy, my technique, my beauty.
Luscious smells summoned. Still sweaty, I did the stairs two at a time. Estrella’s breakfast table called. My eyes caught a few wrapped presents under the Christmas tree. They weren’t there before.
I stopped,
