LEILA
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I put back together my necklace frame, piecing the little silver bits back into place, the metal cool against my fingers.
It was a necklace I had gotten from my mom a long time ago, this simple thing, but it held a picture of both of us inside, a faded photo from a day that felt like another lifetime.
I remembered that day, one of the few times she’d taken us on a real outing, not some sketchy back alley meet-up and we had taken a road trip of sorts, knowing I wanted to visit the castle, or elk somewhere we once called castle which was really just a children’s playground shaped like a fortress, you know? Not a real castle, obviously, but to a kid, it felt like one.
I had gone with the brothers and she was with us, a rare day where all of us were together and somewhat r
