Chapter 11
- A woman stepped out, she could have been a schoolgirl, wearing a backpack, and all but bounded toward me and grabbed my wrist. I was too shocked to react. “It’s the daisy!” She said excitedly.
- I looked at the heliopsis flower tattooed on my wrist. “Heliopsis.” I said, even while knowing clarification of the flower inked in my skin wasn’t really important right now.
- “Cristy.” The one with the scary aura said.