“It’s for your road trip to California,” she explains. “I marked some places that are supposed to be cool.” “You also drew a fucking smiley face over North Dakota.” “That’s because North Dakota is the happiest state. Everyone knows that.” She grins, brightness in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. It’s gorgeous beyond fucking words. But at night, that light starts to slowly wane. It’s like Daisy Calloway is powered by the sun.
