Chapter 13 Jenny
Jenny
The carnival smelled like popcorn and cotton candy, the kind of sugar and dust air that made you feel twelve again, no matter how old you were.
Lights blinked in crooked rows above the rides, music blared from the carousel, and Poppy dragged me toward the Ferris wheel like she hadn’t smiled this big in months.
For a while, I let myself breathe.
No motel walls. No constantly checking the locks. No fear that every car behind us belonged to him.
Just Poppy laughing as she held a giant pink cloud of cotton candy, Liam shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he got talked into this, and me… feeling like I was part of something that wasn’t running for its life.
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