0002: What Happened is Not Your Fault
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0002:
Lies.
All lies.
It was past midnight. Hayley promised they would be back at their apartment in Westwood before midnight.
“Focus. Find Hayley. Get out of here.”
Everly’s eyes dart through the costumed party go-ers. If Everly was on a movie set right now, as she often imagined herself, the camera would be high above her, on a crane. She, with her yellow sundress, yellow face paint, would look like a yellow ant crawling around a bowl full of Skittles.
Everly pushes past a broad-shouldered man in a white, ribbed shirt. He turns, annoyed, but then his expression shifts. Everly’s green eyes stare back into his brown ones.
His muscular arms glisten from the heat of the myriad of bodies pressed together. Or perhaps he oiled them?
Everly’s gaze drops to the hand-drawn red heart in the center of his shirt.
HE-MAN. Cute.
She and her sister used to love playing He-man.
The thought forces prickly pools to form at the bottom of her eyes…because her sister wasn’t there. She would never be there.
“What happened to your sister is not your fault,” that’s what everyone tells her.
But they don’t know what really happened...
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Written by Michelle Lang
Images by MidJourney
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Copyright 2024 Michelle Lang
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.