What waits in the quiet between dawn and truth for my sister, @romanticraine.bsky.social and I. Find out below... ~For a few seconds I didn’t answer her, not because I didn’t understand what she was asking but because the question itself felt heavier than the room we were sitting in. The journal
fingertips turning the book to find my father’s notes on Closeburn Castle. I slid the book across the carpet, lifting the bottle to my full, red lips once more, taking another long drink, my voice low and broken* Did we?