“Emily, you have a visitor!” A plump woman in scrubs almost singed with wide smile on her round face.

The girl didn’t move.

The nurse cooed: “Emily, my dear, let’s sit at the table, okay? I’ll bring some tea and your favourite cookies, how does it sound?”

The girl said nothing.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse turned to the visitor at the door. “Emily is catatonic. She never shows any sort of reaction to ex...

**February 7**

Dear diary,

Today was a big day. We were making cards for the upcoming Valentine’s day. Katy made a big one, it almost fell off the table when she was coloring it. I made a small one and painted it soft pink. I cut the ends with scissors to make it look like laces, but it turned out somewhat awkward. Selina laughed at me because I spent almost twenty minutes on it. She said it loo...

It had been three days since the knocking that kept Evelyn up at night began.

Having been a NYC girl all her life and only recently moving to Pennsylvania, Evelyn had quickly adjusted to calm, silent nights. The only lights were the stars in the sky and the occasional streetlamp. The only sounds were autumn leaves rustling and the gentle hum of the furnace in the basement. So, when the knocking jo...

You never know.

You never know when it’s the last time you walk on the streets of the city you grew up in.

When, for the last time, you buy your favourite buns in that small bakery around the corner that always smells of cardamom and anise. When you get that flat white that tastes of fresh bread and walnut from a barista who doesn’t even ask your order anymore. When you visit that one place with ...