Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

Quinn wanted to say something more, but Misty whimpered twice, closed her eyes, dropped her head, and took her last breath in the palm of Quinn's hand. "Misty..." Quinn held Misty in his arms, one hand clenched tightly into a fist, struggling to control his heartache. Did it follow in this way because its mother was missing? Why didn't it even want to stay by his side? *** Winter gave way to spring, it seemed as if three winters had passed in the blink of an eye. The world-class StylePulse Show, held every three years, was in full swing in Serenova. Apart from the dazzling models on stage, the backstage designers were also top-notch in the industry.

As the vehicle turned down a long drive, I stared out the window trying to process what I had seen in Misty’s mind. She looked to be in her late twenties now, to those memories must have been about eight to ten years ago. What atrocities had she suffered in the time since?