Book 15: Skye

Marianna

Skye watches me with feline intent as I mix chocolate powder into her glass of milk. Her favorite glass. The only glass she’ll drink milk out of. She has a glass for juice and another for water, but those are tightly packed away as it stands.

The kitchen is in shambles, boxes stacked as high as my shoulders in some spots. I know she saw me slip her vitamins into the milk. I know she’s going to curl her lip at me, giving me that… look. That look that reminds me who her father is, even if nothing in the world could ever make me forget.

“It’s just protein powder,” I say, setting the blue ombre glass with little painted daisies dancing around it on the table, which has just enough space carved out for her cereal bowl. The rest of the space is taken up by train tickets and moving manifests, which she’s picked through, of course, sucking every insignificant detail into her mind like it matters to her in the slightest.

“There’s already seve