“Mom,” Mira said one evening, staring at a dandelion seed floating past the window. “Where do wishes go?”
Φ’s final line was simple. Elara read it three times before vomiting into a biohazard bag. completly science
“Science is not the opposite of magic. Science is magic’s apology for being real.” She found Mira at dawn, sitting on the roof. The girl was drawing circles on the shingles with chalk. “Mom,” Mira said one evening, staring at a
“Mom,” Mira interrupted. “Do you love me?” ” Mira said one evening