Sometimes, the answer is an honest “no.” Sometimes it’s “I’ll try.” Most humanly, sometimes it is “I don’t know yet.” That is enough—an offering of presence in place of a promise, a hand extended across the hallway.
There’s a pause in the hallway that makes sound itself hesitate. Gia Paige stands beneath the old skylight where dust motes orbit like tiny planets, and the light carves a small, honest map across her cheek. She looks like someone who has been carrying a secret the size of a suitcase and keeps forgetting to set it down. gia paige is everything ok
Gia Paige — Is Everything OK?