If she wanted help changing the world for one forgotten child, she chose the wrong man. Seventy-two-year-old Francis Frick would scorn his own family to close another deal, but that doesn’t bother Bee, the small, childish, flying being that haunts his bedroom each night. She is an optimist, seeing potential where none exists, and so she hovers above Frick’s bed, eating pomegranates, and waiting for his eyes to open to the possibilities. One night, it finally happens. A rogue droplet...
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