The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. Not the gentle kind that patters on rooftops and feels poetic. This was the angry, sideways kind that turned gutters into rivers and made the whole world smell like wet concrete and regret.
“You don’t seem scared.”
“You look like garbage,” she announced, pushing past me with a suitcase in one hand and a paper bag in the other. “I brought dumplings.” living with vicky
I was standing in my kitchen, staring at a leak under the sink that I’d been ignoring for a week, when the doorbell rang. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days
That was three months ago. Three months of living with my younger sister, and I still hadn’t decided if it was the worst or best decision of my life. The first week, I hated it. “You don’t seem scared
“Where are we going?”