emily m danforth
- Plan Bad Heroines
If she spoke of it aloud, called to Audrey and Merritt to come see, or even tapped at the window to try to knock free some of the snow, or to feel the ice and cold collected on the other side of the glass, then it would all return to the way it was before, the way it should be: sunny and hot and SoCal in summer. And she didn't want that to happen yet, though she couldn't say why. She felt a bit light-headed. She could smell the lilac again. And then-.
