☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny hated mysteries,
but she was the biggest
one of all in jj's opinion.
UNDER EDITING
a tasting summer novel!
PLOT outer ba...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sonny knew a lot of dead people.
Well, it sounded weird when you put it like that — Sonny didn't know any dead people, just knew a lot of people who died. Her birth mother, Ed's father, a girl called Meg from a past foster home, Topper's cat.
She knew a lot of people who died, to a point where she'd once thought death followed her.
And maybe it did.
Maybe death went where Sonny went, following her like a shadow, looming over her shoulder, but at least she could say that it hadn't got to John B.
"Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Wasn't aware I left," John B grunted, squinting past the light streaming in through the windows to see her better. As his vision cleared, his head pounding and his mouth dry, he pulled a face and squinted at her, his brows jumping, "Woah. You look like shit, bird."
