Howl of the unchosen
My family, the way I never thought I’d have.
Maeve shifted next to me, her presence breaking the knot of thoughts I’d gotten into. She just had this way of knowing when my brain started going too far. “You’re doing it again,” she teased, the smirk on her face incandescent. “Overthinking. It’s all over your face.”
I could only laugh, though it was a soft, tired laugh. “What can I say? It just … it doesn’t feel real, you know? I keep, like, waiting to wake up or something.”
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