His mouth hangs open. I stroll over to him, place my hand under his chin, and clamp his jaw shut. “Azra! What are you doing here?” he says. “Nuh-uh. The question is, what are you still doing here?” I jut my thumb toward Mr. I Don’t Really Own a Dog. “And who’s this?” This is currently taking a se...
I lift my head and spit out sand. Tiny grains trickle down my V-neck. Mina and Farrah apped me to the beach. I’m lying on my stomach at the unpopulated end, facing the ocean. In front of me, the two of them twiddle their fingers. “Oh,” Mina says, “we came by to say a quick ‘hi.’ So you knew we we...