Chapter 20But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.
—Traditional Christian hymn by Mary Brown
Jamie
I rush through the doorway, trembling with frustration and shame. I pinch the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes shut. I breathe slow, rough breaths.
“Hey, are you all right?”
I shake my head, wave my hand. Whoever it is can wait. But I know they’re just going to come over anyway and invade my space. I take one more deep breath, filling my lungs, holding it, letting it go.
I notice a small sense of true peace in my body, for perhaps the first time in this entire week.
I open my eyes.
Color. Flowers. Rainbow.
Golden-red hair.
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Freddie
The moment he sees me lurkin
