Faron (The Golden Team #8)

Blue

I wandered through each room like it was a cathedral.

In the library, I found a sticky note taped to the whiteboard. Kid handwriting in crooked letters:

That broke me.

I sank to the floor, tears spilling unchecked. Faron sat down beside me and handed me a marker.

“What should we write?” he asked.

I looked at him. Voice thick. “Hope lives here.”

He smiled. “Then that’s what we write.”