(credits to tumblr and weheartit for the beautiful drawing on the cover)
If Nell hadn't already been distraught from Willie May's death six months ago, she would have been absolutely detrimental from the state of all of her friend's most prized items at the yard sale. So why was the only thing in perfect condition a shiny, red toy truck? And why was that the last thing she remembered before she felt herself slip?
This is a story of what was lost and what was found in Nell's time in a state of not being. It is a story about how not being is a better way to be.All Rights Reserved