Hold me close

”Thanks, mom.” Poem uttered softly, still crying and sure she wasn’t going to get any sleep that night. She needed her sister beside her, but it felt good knowing she would be part of the effort to return Motif to their home. Poem wanted it even more than the leadership role promised to her almost before she could remember. She didn’t have any idea where her sibling was, but she was determined to find her. She had to be okay, she had to come home. Poem held tighter to Shaye’s form, praying that Motif would be returned to her soon.