Halfway Home
The first time Gadis realized her ghost roommate could cry, the air smelled like rain. It wasn’t the kind of crying you could hear — no sobbing, no trembling shoulders. Just the faintest shimmer in…
The first time Gadis realized her ghost roommate could cry, the air smelled like rain. It wasn’t the kind of crying you could hear — no sobbing, no trembling shoulders. Just the faintest shimmer in…