Six unedited sentences from the upcoming Part Forty Three of You Will Find Your Way
The finger keeps stabbing at her left shoulder.
A bright light sears through her eyelids, but when Dallas tries to roll over, to bury her head in her pillows, the poking finger becomes a hand that keeps her in place, “Time to go, Dallas.”
She cracks one eye open, and then narrows her eyes so Luke knows she’s glaring at him, “I hate you.”
“You hate everyone right now. Get over it.”
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