CHAPTER 13

     Gold trimmed thick vintage novel snapped to shut. Zaden slipped them back into a line of other, unreadable novels. They have been rampaging Selena’s mother, Daisy’s possession. Selena herself crawled under the bed, going through some boxes stored there. Piles of books, articles and her vintage dresses pile up on the cream bedsheet. A sneeze smacked a dose of the reality of how much dust has hidden beneath these things. Selena slipped out and sat on the floor, rubbing her nose and crossed legs in frustration. Her hair messed up and she swept it away from her face. Aaron’s oversized hoodie, ¾ leggings, and a white converse shoe had never looked more attractive before.

“I don’t think there is anything here,” she said to Orion who was going through Daisy’s bed-foot chest. He plopped himself to the ground as if he agrees with Selena.

      Both their eyes darted back to Zaden, like a two-year-ol