The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

And then she dips his finger in the paint, and brings it to the pane of glass, and this time, she writes in halting cursive, one letter at a time.

Her name. It sits, nested among the many drawings. Addie LaRue Ten letters, two words. It is no different, he thinks, from the hundred other marks they’ve made—but it is. He knows it is.