Storm Spells - Chapter 14

Flying High

Rain drummed on the windshield blurring the taillights and the wipers swished too loudly in the silence. How could we tell who the real Melinda was? I met multiple versions of myself too. Was there a real Ran and a real Papa? I hoped we were them, but how could we know?

“Real isn’t the right word because you’re all real.” The dragon opened a w…