Fast-falling dusk sweeps across the beachas the sun dips down the horizon,its last flare spilling over gold-tinged waters.
Prologue: 2018
I spend my thoughts blaming myself
for everything I’ve done
She couldn’t feel her feet touch the earth or the familiar consciousness of wet sand against her underfoot, she only saw…
As I gather yearsI see my possibilitiesdressed in ragsand purple bruises.
Start with Part 1, and read a short synopsis of the original book.