She tells herself—resolutely—that the whisperings aren’t getting louder or more frequent. But if they aren’t, then why did the idea even occur to her?
“I know why,” she hears, softly, in between her ears somewhere…
The Turn happened on a Thursday, on October 7, a day when I was concerned about a finance exam, and where I was going to spend my winter break, and whether I could afford to do any of the internships that interested me. It happened to me…