Tehlor Kay Mejia

I’ll never, in a million years, admit I’m glad to see Enid—who looks like she’s trying to win a how many contrasting colors can one person wear at a time contest.

I’m struck by the dual desire to flee as far as I can from this place and to…comfort her?

“It was snowing when I buried what was left of him,” I say quietly, and for a moment I’m six years old again. Sitting before Nero’s grave in the Addams family cemetery. “I cried my little black heart out.”