A row of townhouses identical to mine line the opposite street. I squint beyond the snowflakes to the bustling streets outside my home. I let out another sigh, my brow pulling into a scowl. By the time I draw my last line, the image fades, taking with it my temporary sun. I press my forefinger to the fogged glass, tracing a circle, then several lines radiating out from its circumference. I release a heavy sigh, my breath fogging the window glass and obscuring my view of the enormous snowflakes that fall on the other side, floating from the vast white sky to the streets below. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭover illustration and design by Tessonja Odette
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