An abandoned warehouse, windows with duct-taped cracks, and a dim light above the front door that flickered on and off. If I’d thought Annabel’s old corner at the cemetery was the loneliest place I’d ever been, I was wrong. The Warehouse was far more desolate, a place whose gray brick walls told ...
“You’re not going to school today.” “Why not?” I dropped my bag on the floor and slid into a chair next to Bree, who was already at the table, eating bacon. “I feel fine.” “Thanks to me,” Bree said. I rolled my eyes. “Bree, I...