Mikki Taylor Info

At first, nothing. Then the air changed—not colder, but heavier, like the pressure before a storm. A soft footfall on the stairs. A rustle of gray wool.

Mikki Taylor had always been the quietest person in any room she entered. Not from shyness, exactly, but from a deep, abiding sense of observation. She noticed things: the way a single sunflower could bend toward light breaking through storm clouds, the slight tremor in a coworker’s hand before bad news arrived, the scent of rain on asphalt five minutes before the first drop fell. mikki taylor

The air lifted. The heaviness dissolved. Elara faded slowly, starting with her feet, then her hands, then the sad furrow between her brows. The last thing to disappear was her smile. At first, nothing