Charli

I balanced the shopping bags in one arm as I fumbled with the lock to our apartment with the other. It was hard to believe that Christmas was so close. The year was a blur. With trying to study and pull my grades up, after all we'd been through, I'd finally had a chance to shop.

It wasn't only the studying; I'd been exhausted since Alton's funeral. Not tired. I'd been tired before. This was bone-dissolving exhaustion, the kind that left me weak, the kind that ...