Devoted
“By unriddling the unrhyme we’ll be able to discover the heartbreak concealed in the note.”
Remus
There was an odd comfort for me in hearing the tenor of hope in Brandon’s voice. The first time I’d heard it, thirty years before, I hadn’t noticed that quality. I only remembered hearing a lost, lonely kid trying to justify a bad decision. I remembered the cold confusions that chilled his parents when the disembodied voice of their child’s ghost spoke to them from beyond this world.
“Imagination is nothing more than a memory transposed.” Whether imagined or remembered, their suffering was no doubt insurmountable.
But now I heard that hint of hope and wondered if maybe the poor kid hadn’t died. It was wishful thinking, of course, but I knew firsthand how reality had a tendency to
