When I got to the room, I found Tatum sitting on the chair, reading a book. “Do you always have a book with you?” I asked from the doorframe. “Always,” she murmured and tucked her book into her backpack. “It’s something I picked up from my past. When I had to sit through things I didn’t want to hear, it was easier to bury myself in a book and escape. Now, it’s nice to read about modern-day fairytales.” She looked out the window, and my heart pulled toward her, wondering if she felt like me.
