The gap between the woman and the truck’s grille was barely a foot.
The young woman—her namesake, her blood—blinked. She looked at her empty hands. She looked at the truck. Then she looked down at Veronica, who was still sprawled on the sidewalk, the broken watch smoking gently in her palm. time freeze veronica leal
Veronica’s breath caught. The frozen pigeon, the floating cap, the silly latte—it had all been a game. This was real. The gap between the woman and the truck’s
