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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