Chapter 72 Echoes In The Heartstrings
- MARISOL
- I didn’t hear anyone come in. Luzie and I sat cross-legged on the floor, a pile of crayons scattered between us, half-finished coloring pages spread out like some secret little world only we understood.
- “You made her hair purple, Mama,” Luzie giggled, tapping the crayon in my hand. “That’s silly.”