Chapter 47
After a weekend in a lightless, lifeless studio apartment, I am giddy to leave.
From the musty insides of her backpack, I hear the now-familiar sound of a subway train squeal as it arrives at our platform. Brianna plops down in a seat. Her nail-bitten hand drives into the darkness and pulls me out of the bag. She lays me on her lap and opens to my Chapter 47. I inhale and begin.
Agnes looked up. She felt the unspoken yet unavoidable draw of another’s attention. His gaze had been so magnetic, she couldn’t help but react to it. But who was he?
Brianna looks up. Honestly, how am I meant to perform, when she won’t read me? I follow her gaze to a young man who looks familiar. But then so many Humans look alike. He is avoiding looking at her, while she avoids looking at him. Sh
