All the Love That Never Landed
Everything was seafood, which would send me into a severe allergic reaction.
At that moment, I was almost glad I had not stayed. If I had, the only thing I would have been able to eat from that entire table was plain pasta.
Back at the apartment, I started packing. In the living room, I turned the plush dolls around to face the wall, like children being made to stand in the corner.
At the most visible spot on my desk was a postcard pinned under a book. Callum had given it to me before he even knew Blythe existed. It showed the lake on Stratton's campus, and in the bottom corner was his messy handwriting.