Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

Through the tinted glass, I see the faintest trace of a star glittering in the void. One speck of light within all that dark. “There was something I was supposed to do,” I whisper to it. It doesn’t say anything back. “There was something…” I wish I could remember. “Maybe this is all a dream.” Yes. This is a dream, so I just need to make myself wake up.

There is no growth without rot. There is no sun without the dark sky. And there is no me without her.