“I’ve phoned all their numbers. Even my grandma.” Julia wraps an arm around her. The three of them are tiny. They are so small that I can hardly comprehend how they are feeling. I’m scared. I’m terrified. It’s five at night and we’ve only just finished the windows and outside gates to the backyar...
The words make me open my eyes, instantly shocked to see the bright blue of the sky and the ocean. I blink several times, caught up in the white fluffy clouds hovering in the sky and branches on trees swaying, in what I imagine is a warm ocean wind. It’s the West Coast; it’s always a little warme...