She jumped — not off the bridge, but onto the moving train. Boots hit the ladder. Hands gripped cold steel.
“FillUpMyMom,” Lani muttered, reading her own childhood nickname for her mother’s habit. Every emotional tank empty? Mom would fill it. Whether you wanted her to or not.
She jumped — not off the bridge, but onto the moving train. Boots hit the ladder. Hands gripped cold steel.
“FillUpMyMom,” Lani muttered, reading her own childhood nickname for her mother’s habit. Every emotional tank empty? Mom would fill it. Whether you wanted her to or not.