Annalise Starke had known her mother was going to die eventually; she just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
At fifteen she had moved with her mother back to her home country of Australia with half a heart (metaphorically, of course) and her mo...
She wrote a couple of other updates about Charlotte's project for the science fair—I swear, if anyone's going to figure out time travel, it's going to be her—and the giant waves recently that have brought in a ton of foreign surfers. My heart panged painfully in my chest.
Oh how I missed our fireside chats—me, Mom, Zara, and Charlotte—we'd sit and talk for hours with just a thermos of coffee and a charcuterie board between us.
Once I sent it, I forced myself to get out of bed. Now that Breck and I are officially on Spring Break, there's no pressure weighing down on me. For once, there's no expectations, and I can do what I want.
After I showered, toweled myself dry, and headed into my closet, I nearly laughed. I was staring at the empty-ish racks the same way I had yesterday. How did I have the gall to act surprised that the rest of my clothes hadn't hung themselves while I'd been sleeping?
