“Where are we going?” Zach asked.
“Somewhere for you to sleep for the night,” the policeman said with sad eyes.
Zach nodded like he understood. He didn’t. He wanted to sleep in his own bed. He wanted the toys from his own house. He wanted to practice bible verses with his mom. He wanted her to have picked them first.
Here’s a very small excerpt and piece of artwork from the book, Unsung, that we are presenting to our boss today. If he is happy with our work, it will be published. I feel like the past nine weeks have gone by in an absolute blur. I can’t believe we have created this thing. I can’t believe that it’s over, or that it even began. I am both extremely excited to put finally put it down, and incredibly sad.