Semi-Daily Scribbles

A veil. Brain fog. Emptiness.

Zoë thought the words were apt descriptions for how she felt every time she left Hawksview. The words were also the reason why she couldn't stay away from home for long, no matter how much the old haunts made her miserable. Once Zoë crossed over the border separating The Fowler Ridge Reserve from the rest of the world, she could think. She could sort things out and piece together what her life was before she left the boundaries. Before she searched far and wide for the only connection she had to the truth.

Alex.

He was real. Somewhere. It didn't matter if he was a blood relation or not. Zoë grew up knowing Alex was her brother.