SKY
Kiana is gone, and the room feels too quiet. The dark gives my thoughts too much space. Fingers slide over the necklace at my throat. It feels colder than before.
A small shiver runs through me. The desk lamp clicks on, soft light filling the corner. Studying seems easier than thinking. Heartbreak always waits nearby, and I’m tired of tripping over it.
The tiny drawer under the desk opens with a scrape. Inside is the old envelope. The one the necklace came in. It’s bent and stained with coffee, edges worn.
When I pull it into the light, something glints. A faint shine along the paper. I angle it under the amber glow. Writing appears. An address. It’s glowing.
A smile spreads before I can stop it. The need to tell Kiana hits hard, but she isn’t back yet.
3406 Wanderer Way, Old
