Sarah Llewellyn

My story isn't the beginning or the middle. It is the end of the end. It was over before it could ever really begin. A tale of nothing and everything. The world stopped in a heartbeat. We were given a mere forty-eight hours. If that. It seemed cruel. Suddenly next-day delivery meant nothing, but getting ourselves to our family the next day meant everything. Those who weren't within driving distance of their family didn't have a hope in hell of returning...