Leo’s mind raced. A hole in the air. The red balloon. A woman who lived between years. “Mia, is she hurting you?”
“You’re not supposed to see me,” she said. Her voice was the static from the payphone, shaped into words. “But you kept looking. Most people stop.” i see you -2019-
Leo stepped forward. The air grew cold. “If there’s a crack, there’s a way through.” Leo’s mind raced
That’s when the first postcard arrived. i see you -2019-
“Daddy?”