Chapter 1 · free to read
Loy Krathong. The night the river carries away everything you mean to let go of. Ploy has three weeks before her family moves her south, and she has told nobody.
Everybody on that bank had written something. She had folded hers so nobody could see it was not writing at all.
She let it go before her courage could catch up with her hands. Three weeks. One candle. A current that has never once been kind.
It should have sunk into the crowd of a thousand others. Instead the current took it straight across.
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