Help. It’s 7:58am Again And It Will Be Until She Smiles
Part 1 I don’t know where else to put this. I’ve called 911. I’ve broken windows. I’ve tried staying awake all night, skipping town, everything. But every time the clock hits 8:43 p.m., I’m back at the beginning—on the front porch of a quiet house in a cul-de-sac in Maple Hill, holding my backpack and … Read more