PHOEBE
"That's true." she said with a small smile. Phoebe carefully placed the books he had picked out in to the little back she had slung over her shoulder. These would definitely keep her and the boys busy for the week. "Reading can be an amazing escape from reality. I understand why." she said with a sympathetic smile. The trials had been very traumatic for him, so it was no surprise he had sought comfort in between the lines of a tome.
But she clearly still didn't get what he meant. Her head tilted slightly at him as he mentioned she should make one. "I don't understand...you want me to write a book?" she asked, brows furrowing.
But she clearly still didn't get what he meant. Her head tilted slightly at him as he mentioned she should make one. "I don't understand...you want me to write a book?" she asked, brows furrowing.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
