“Yeah,” I lied. “Just something in my eye.”
But sometimes, late at night, I still feel it. The flicker. The skip. The world holding its breath in 2003, waiting to become the world we actually got. ...ing -2003-
That fall, school started. We went back to our desks, our lockers, our lives. And no one mentioned the summer. Not the static. Not the glass air. Not the drowning. “Yeah,” I lied