Dark and Shallow Lies

by Ginny Myers Sain

Imagine looking at your perfect baby girl and seeing her swimming in a sea of gray. The color of fog and indecision. The color of nothing special. The color of everything that’s in between.

“See what I’m sayin’, Greycie? Now that’s a buncha bullshit, right there.” Hart clenches his jaw tight

Calling it now. step-cest

And there’s that new sound in her voice again. Like she takes special care of his name when it’s inside her mouth.

I feel like I’m at disadvantage, because I don’t know anything about him. I think maybe I want to, though, because his voice is doing more to soothe my aching head than the Tylenol ever could. It has such a pretty sound to it, but there’s something lonesome about it, too. Like the call of a mourning dove.

Because if she were really dead, surely I would be, too. How do you go on living with only half a heart?

it feels so good to talk to someone. Really talk to someone. About things that don’t hurt. And about things that do.

“There’s magic in your laugh, too, Grey. You know that, right?”

“There’s magic in you, Grey.” And for the first time ever, I almost believe that.

I think about the way Wrynn acted when she saw Hart. That terror in her eyes. He’s gonna get Evie, sure. ’Cause Case told him right where she’s at.

Yep, called it!

It was never Elora running through the storm. It was always me.

Also got that one ;)