“What do you want?”
The late September wind pulled at their hair, carrying the smell of dry grass and distant rain. Brianna finally glanced back, and Jessi felt the familiar twist in her chest—that sharp, fragile thing that lived between her ribs whenever Brianna looked at her like that. Tired. Defiant. Waiting for something Jessi couldn’t name. jessi brianna
Brianna almost smiled. “Same time tomorrow?” “What do you want
Brianna stared at their joined hands. “You can’t fix me, Jess.” jessi brianna
Brianna didn’t turn around. “Your mom loves me.”