J.N. Chaney

unrelenting sheets, rattling

running out of room.

ts—an opportunity to branch out a

It’s right on the tip of my tongue,”

You can’t change the past, I reminded myself as I donned my protective visor and lit my own. Ain’t no sense in going back.

Sometimes we need to do things in life for ourselves.

“I—I can’t remember right now, but it’ll come to me,” Arun said, scrunching

Ricky smiled up at the large man as we approached, wrapping him in a hug. Boss Creed looked puzzled