But what could I write? I looked at my cell phone to see how much time I had left. For some, where I had enough bugs and space to write, I told the bugs to spell out ‘Glass explosion 28 min’.
I suppose that works. Tells what needs to be said in a way that doesn’t leave out those who don’t know about Shatterbird and her power.
For the places I didn’t, I spelled out ‘take cover’ or ‘hide under bed’.
Nice.
Thousands of people, a thousand warnings. I couldn’t be sure that everyone saw or listened and I couldn’t hang back to make things clearer or pass on more detailed information.
This is very much a “do what you can and hope for the best” sort of situation.
It was stupid and selfish, but I had to reach my dad. Not for any greater plan or for the greater good, but for me.
I don’t blame you, Taylor. Go find your dad.
Because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t.
Aw 😦
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