HORIZON

\\\WINNER OF THE 2018 WATTY'S LONGLIST///

With Ethan's permission, I took home the painting. I borrowed Luke's hammer and got to work, hanging the frame on the wall across from my bed. Nails between my teeth, I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. The others were wrong. Naomi wasn't here anymore, for now it was just little old me. But if she did come back, I'd be the first to know...