“You need to say goodbye, baby.” Her voice wobbled – hoarse and exhausted. She looked over her shoulder, to where Rune was sitting on the bed, laying kiss after kiss on my older sister’s hands, her fingers, her face, looking at his Poppymin like he always had – like she had been designed solely for him.”

“You need to say goodbye, baby.” Her voice wobbled – hoarse and exhausted. She looked over her shoulder, to where Rune was sitting on the bed, laying kiss after kiss on my older sister’s hands, her fingers, her face, looking at his Poppymin like he always had – like she had been designed solely for him.”

— Tillie Cole