Katrina had never believed in ghosts, but she’d never forgotten the feeling of being swallowed—of losing a part of herself each time the tide came in. It was a fear she carried like a stone in her pocket, a weight she never managed to set down.
The old clock on the mantel struck nine, its chimes reverberating through the thin walls, a reminder that time, too, could be swallowed and spat out in a different form. The three of them—Katrina, Colt, and Daisy Rae—stood in the attic, each holding a piece of the same broken puzzle, each trying to swallow the emptiness that lingered between them. Swallowed.24.01.09.Katrina.Colt.And.Daisy.Rae.X...
When the world feels a little too big, sometimes the smallest thing can swallow you whole. Katrina had never believed in ghosts, but she’d