β
FAIRCHILD.xn--6iiβ β β β
CLARISSA.xn--6iiβ β !β
β
is quite comfortably perched on the corner of a marble counter , sketchbook pressed on her thighs, twiddling a small piece of charcoal between fingertips like a dagger.
she . . . lost her phone.
she did say his name , like five times.



