Annie stared down at the unpaid for lollipop and waited for the obligatory guilt to set in, but it didn't. The world had taken away her mother; it owed her something sweet. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
Imogen rolled the crochet hook between her thumb and forefinger, chewing the inside of her cheek. Her grandmother's stitches were so precise, so intentional; she couldn't help but worry her clumsy fingers would ruin them.
This conflict; so wicked To lose, so necessary to love.