Angelaboutme [new] -

Lena closed her eyes. “I’m hallucinating. Head trauma. Great.”

Margo was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke again, her voice was different—less chirpy, more gentle. “I know. I was there. I sat on the fire escape outside your bedroom window every night for six months after he left, just in case you decided to climb out. You almost did, twice. Do you remember?” angelaboutme

She didn’t see Margo that day. But she felt her, somewhere on the edge of perception, like the memory of a warm hand or the last notes of a song. Lena closed her eyes