Ava pulled up in her navy blue pick-up truck with her 13-year-old niece, Nora, in the passenger seat. “It looks haunted,” Nora said, taking out her phone and wiping off the camera lens. The car cranked to a stop, as Ava tossed a tuft of her gray and black dreadlocks out of her eyes and put… Continue reading Snow Angel, Part 1.
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