Like a Wildflower (Hemlock #2)

Beckett’s Journal

Beckett’s Journal

I feel pulled to her. Like we’re two wandering souls.

Maybe it’s because we’re in our own little bubble in this cottage.

But my mind drifts back to the open mic night.

How she was aware of me and how I was feeling when panic set in.

She grounded me in that moment without even knowing it.

Holding my hand to show me I wasn’t alone. That she was right there with me.

Piece by piece, my resolve is breaking.