Nick Hayden - - Page 11 ::

Why write a depressing story like The Well’s Orphan?

And so I cannot sleep. My drink is gone, and I am sick. Sick in body. Sick in soul.

I will eke out an existence here, or elsewhere.

With our one-year anniversary approaching, we’ve decided to put together a little something.

One day down.

His grip tightens on my arm. “You haven’t changed your mind?”

My soul is sick. It burns with fever one moment; it shakes and trembles beneath chills the next.

“And when I had nothing, nothing, I had Bron. And I had you. And it’s enough.”

What does Aaron bring to the Children of the Wells? A fresh set of eyes.

“Stop trying so hard to protect me. I’m so sick of it.”