Nicole Swe... - Angelogodshackoriginal - Emma Evans-

“Why are you giving it to me?”

“That’s my song,” Emma whispered.

Emma spun. Angelo Godshack stood in the shadows, holding a soldering iron. He was thinner than his photos, with eyes that seemed to be listening to three songs at once. AngeloGodshackOriginal - Emma Evans- Nicole Swe...

Angelo smiled—a sad, crooked thing. “Because you’re the first person who recognized the hum of the door lock. That’s not fear, Emma. That’s perfect pitch.” “Why are you giving it to me