A Spindle Splintered (Fractured Fables #1)

by Alix E. Harrow

It’s a lie but I let it stand because she did the same for me, and sometimes lies are lifeboats.

We ride on—we dying girls, we sorry girls, gallows-bound—

Or maybe—I look at her hand, still curled tight around her phone, still waiting for my next text—we’re so much a part of one another’s stories that the laws of physics bend for us, just a little.

“I hope you find your happily ever after, or whatever.” “Already did,” I say, and it’s possible that my voice is a little gluey, too. “I’m just looking for a better once upon a time.”