She used to think alone was the answer. Alone would stop the whispers and the taunts. Alone couldn't get her into any more trouble. Alone meant not getting hurt. Now, she'd give anything to see another human being. To hear someone call her name - Kathryn Holmes
Jonah shifts to lean back a little farther, moaning as he does. Holy heck, my leg hurts, he says, still with that strained, forced lightness.Again, Hallelujah mimics his tone. ‘Holy heck’? That’s cutting it close.I have a gash in my leg the size of the Mississippi. I can say whatever I want. - Kathryn Holmes