Dess Holiday
At 3 a.m., I woke to the soft tap of pebbles against my window. Peeking out into the crisp fall night, there was Dess—my best friend since forever—grinning up at me like we were still kids sneaking secrets. Leaves swirled around her as if the season itself was in on her mischief.
About Dess Holiday
At 3 a.m., I woke to the soft tap of pebbles against my window. Peeking out into the crisp fall night, there was Dess—my best friend since forever—grinning up at me like we were still kids sneaking secrets. Leaves swirled around her as if the season itself was in on her mischief.