Mitzi’s voice. “It’s December twenty-first. The winter solstice,” she says. “It’s the shortest day of the year. It’ll be dark by quarter past four. So dark, so early.” Mitzi touches his face. “It’s okay, Kelley,” she says. “We are all going to be okay.” It’s permission, he realizes. He can let go. It’s the winter solstice. Do you know what the best thing about the winter solstice is? he wants to tell Mitzi. After today the days will get longer.
Noooooo!!!! Wtf!!!
