“They’re making you choose,” she said softly.
“Why do you fight so hard for this place?” he asked, voice low. lauren asher the fine print vk
His grandfather had set a trap.
Rowan didn’t believe in ghosts. But when she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto a spinning, jeweled horse, he felt something crack inside his chest. Something that felt like wanting. “They’re making you choose,” she said softly
One rainy night, the park’s main carousel flickered to life—unplugged. Zahra stood beside it, drenched, laughing. “They’re making you choose