Owen tilted his head. A smile—small, confused, but real—crossed his face. He nodded.
They stood there for a moment, rain beading on their shoulders, not quite looking at each other and not quite looking away. mia li owen
She was finally in the picture.
“I’m Mia.”
Owen tilted his head. A smile—small, confused, but real—crossed his face. He nodded.
They stood there for a moment, rain beading on their shoulders, not quite looking at each other and not quite looking away.
She was finally in the picture.
“I’m Mia.”