The Blossoming Of Veronica – Part Eight: Drifting
"Chasing rainbows through the cracks of in-between, where the ghosts of who we were still whisper."
It was Henry who still fought.He served breakfast in bed. Strong, motherfucking coffee for me, honeyed tea for her. Bacon and pancakes laced in syrup. And on my plate, a small square of Belgian chocolate. The ones that would have...