24 Nov 2019
Jack loved Sundays.
Maybe it was the promise of a day all to himself, with nothing to do.
Maybe it was the weekly baseball game all his friends participated in, sometimes the only time he saw them.
Or maybe it was something else, but he had always loved Sundays, of having free time, to do what he wanted. To explore. To meet new people.
Four years spent in Santa Fe.
Four years of no contact with his family back in New York.
Four years, and Jack Kelly finally makes his way back home.
Selfish. Conceited. Arrogant. If someone were to ask Katherine Ethel Pulitzer to describe her father, those would be the words she would use. But he's also her father, which is why when he asks her to go undercover to root out a gang of rebels in the city, she doesn't hesitate.
But the rebels are nothing like what her father said, and try as she might, she can't help them from growing on her.
David is twelve when he learns about the disease. The Hanahaki disease, named after the scientist who discovered it.
He's seventeen when he falls in love.
Race is sixteen when he finds his soulmark, a small paw print in the crook of his elbow.
Race is sixteen when Spot Conlon-Larkin transfers to his school.
Race is sixteen, and sixteen smells like jasmine.