The Half-Read Book

Dear Delyara, I found a book in the back of my wardrobe that I started three years ago. There’s a boarding pass tucked into page 142. Looking at it, I realized I’m not the same person who was on that flight. That version of me was hopeful, energetic, and convinced the world was waiting for her. I feel heavier now, slower, but maybe a bit more honest. I’m going to finish the book, not for the story, but to see if I can find the girl who left that boarding pass behind.