Saige’s [POV]

There are no swings or slides in the playground, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a source of entertainment. It is. Just not for me. Or any regular human, for that matter.

It sits about twenty minutes southwest of Rylan’s apartment building, tucked far enough away from the bustling streets, the sirens and traffic noises are a barely noticeable hum in the distance.

“It’s five acres, baby,” Rylan told me the first time he took me there. Not to torment me, but to show ...