What if We Drown
Not quite registering the question, she looked at her hand, which now rested on the wooden panel.
Derek reached over and took the book from her lap, examining the cover and the blurb on the back.
"Fyodor Dostoyevsky, huh?" he asked, proceeding to read the page that Ashlyn had bookmarked.
"'But how could you live and have no story to tell?' That was him, right?" Derek asked, and Ashlyn nodded, a ghost of a smile possessing her lips. How had he known that? The quote was not referenced in the pages that he read. It wasn't often that she met someone who knew Dostoyevsky, at least not outside of her World History class.
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