The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds #1)

by Micaiah Johnson

I’ve always believed, like all rational people, that my selves are separate. That they—we—exist independently. But sometimes when life is too still, when I lie in bed in the quiet, I can feel it all happening.

And what does it mean? That the only time I’ve had value, the only time I’ve been treated as precious, was not in the arms of my mother or my upstanding Wiley City boyfriend, but in the claws of a dictator.

There is comfort in the inevitability. It makes my part in her story unremarkable. I didn’t change her fate; I don’t have that power.

Death can be senseless, but life never is. There’s a reason you’re here and she’s not.”

It’s a morbid comfort, but still a comfort, to know that even on the wrong Earth someone carries your name.

maybe more than anyone else, have only existed to die.

Sometimes you have to bleed to know you’re human.