CHAPTER FORTY FOUR – SACRED

NOVA POV

When I was seven, my biggest worry in the world was whether my Barbie had the right shoes on her plastic feet. Pink heels for parties, white flats for the doctor’s office, and no matter what, her hair had to stay braided because I was terrible at brushing it once it got tangled.

That was all I cared about; my Barbie’s shoes, the little imaginary houses I built out of cereal boxes, and waiting up at night to hear the front door creak open when Dad ...