Lyra

Tasha.

Wait. No. Hold on. Am I hallucinating? Because this can’t be real, right? This isn’t real. This is nothing but a sick joke. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Do you hear me? I’m serious. I’m blinking over and over again so hard my eyes sting, my tears are burning, and I keep thinking maybe if I close them long enough and open them again, she’ll be gone, she won’t be there, because it doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. I swear to ...