5/22/2023 0 Comments Ghosted by jm darhower![]() Her uninvited visitor stood a mere ten feet away, dressed in a designer suit that cost more than she made in a year, but yet he still somehow managed to look thrown away. Lightning illuminated the darkened afternoon sky, giving her a better view of him. Kennedy Garfield stood on the front porch of the two-story white house, staring out into the yard as thunder clapped in the distance. This, on top of that, was too much for her to bear. ![]() Burying her mother had taken everything out of her. She might’ve been worried about getting sick if there had been anything left inside of her to give, but no… she was empty. Her heart beat frantically, blood surging through her veins, mixing with enough adrenaline to make her stomach churn. The weatherman on channel six had predicted a calm day, but the woman knew better. Rain fell from the overcast sky in sporadic bursts, quick manic showers followed by moments of nothingness. ![]() Sing that (on-hiatus, totally-not-broken-up) boy band at the top of your lungs. ![]() There's nothing in the world quite like being part of a fandom. This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever loved a story so much they could quote it. ![]() Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously.Īll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. ![]()
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