It's silent.
There's nothing but the sound of pages turning. Her fourth grade reading log, her middle school art portfolio, a detention slip that was never signed from 10th grade.
But in my mind, there's a freight train driving off course.
Clouded thoughts drift in and out, forcefully plunging my body out of denial, and into acceptance. My fingers are stiff and they shake.
My thoughts are stuck on loop, repeating the overwhelmingly painful cry over, and over, and over.
"I miss you. Come back."
YOU ARE READING
From Jade
Teen Fiction"To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose..." or something like that. Jade was everything to Leana. Her strength, her voice of reason, her confidant. She was whisked away one fateful night, and held at the hands of a wet road...
