Paradisebirds - Polly-

“I replay memories,” Polly said. “The good ones. A boy named Sam once told me I was his only friend. A grandmother in a purple hat asked me to say ‘I love you’ three times, so she could record it on her phone. She never came back. But I say it to the night air, sometimes. Just in case she’s listening.”

“Hello, Grace,” Polly said.

“Hello,” Juniper whispered.