The world is upside down when my brother of all people goes out for a run in the morning and I stay in bed. The boy who easily sleeps until four in the afternoon. The girl who is usually up and running as soon as the first sunbeams find their way through.
I decided I would face my fears, read crime novels as long as it takes for me to realize that no one will haunt me. That it’s all made up. Most of the time. That it’s my head that conjures up all the ghosts.
Yes. Good luck with that.
