Swiftcurrent Creek I got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow-point smile

Mae clung tightly to her father, all the while wishing fiercely that she knew what to say. Maybe this was why he was always searching for — something else. Something more than what his broken daughter could offer him. Mae never had anything nice to say, after all.

She only knew how to hurt.

Her own tears never came. She could summon no grief for the sister she'd never known, nor could she bring herself to keep grieving what could have been. So she only tried to be a warm presence for her father, even as she felt the long tendrils of ice creeping between her ribs and filling her chest.