For eight years, Isaac lived in static.
No calls. No closure. Just the fragments Mika left behind: an ink-stained thumb, a stolen orange, a kiss that tasted like rain.
Then he saw them. Not her. But close enough to break him.
For eight years, Isaac lived in static.
No calls. No closure. Just the fragments Mika left behind: an ink-stained thumb, a stolen orange, a kiss that tasted like rain.
Then he saw them. Not her. But close enough to break him.