This Side of Salvation
CHAPTER 1 NOW
If this were the last night of my life, I could be at peace with that.
That, and everything else, as I walk hand in hand with Bailey out of the pool house and back into the blare of the party. Her long hair brushes my elbow, stirring memories of reaching, fumbling in the dark; memories so fresh they feel more like dreams—not etched as events in my past but posed as possibilities in my future.
Future. A word that stumbles off my tongue lately, like a phrase in a new foreign...