Chapter One“My first memory of James is what keeps me...

Chapter One

“My first memory of James is what keeps me here, smoothing hair out of a boy’s blood-spattered face. The sirens screaming in the distance are too late.

      They’re always too late.

      Forehead pressed to his, I choke on the burnt stench of gunpowder and try to hum the lullaby James used to sing to me.

      You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…

      James is why I never left.

      I should have left.”

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