Lost in the Moment and Found (Wayward Children, #8)

by Seanan McGuire

She was wearing more colors than Antsy knew could be worn at once, like she had looked at a rainbow once, and thought, “Oh, much too subtle.”

Hesitantly, Antsy returned her smile and stepped inside as the woman moved out of the way to let her pass. This time, when the door closed, it didn’t sound like an ending. It sounded like the beginning of something new.