C.G. Drews

the world will see how his skeleton is made of dark wishes and macabre dreams.

But worst?

They’ll see the emptiness inside him.

‘Whoa.’ August raises an eyebrow. ‘Did the preschooler just swear at me in German?’

‘No, she only called you a moron.’ Beck takes Joey’s hand and charges across the road. ‘That’s unkind, Joey. Feel free to do it again.’