It's been a hot minute, so WIP Wednesday!! Here's a little excerpt from chapter 28 of Who painted the sky? :)
Annie can’t stand to even look at him, at those big eyes that are slowly filling with pity, and that guilty look behind them. His hand comes up to her shoulder, making her flinch. “Annie, that’s not–” She slaps his hand away. “Fuck off,” she spits. “Just shut up already.”















