From the Author
Was I dreaming?
"Hey, Nix," Charlie whispered, her eyes glassy as she stepped forward and took me back to high school.
Her blue hair tickled my face as her slender arms wrapped around my neck and her black-painted fingernails clutched my sweater. Her trembling breath whistled against my ear, and in spite of all the unanswered questions, the deep bruising that I thought would never heal, I could do nothing else but wind my arms around her waist and hold on tight.