Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

feather necklace jingling against her collarbone as she stepped inside. She sat in the reception chair, her knees pulled up to her chest as she looked at the empty space where Beatrice’s personal supply cart used to stand.

“Is she really gone?” Fiona asked, her voice small and tentative as she twirled her silver feather necklace.

“She continue reading …