Harlee POV
I stared at the contents of the plastic tote in front of me. What do I do with this crap? Do I throw it out? My heart squeezed at the idea. There were things from my childhood here-things that proved I had existed, that I had once been human, a humanity that was swiftly slipping away. The Nephilim rolled and kicked and I patted my stomach absently. I pulled out the glass bottle I had made in fourth grade, with glued bits of colored tissue paper on the outside. Yes, technically it was junk, but I had been so freakin proud of it, I never let it go. So proud in fact, I had made two, one for my mother and one for myself. Hers sat in the kitchen window catching the sun for a time, until it was lost in a move. I still had mine. I stood and walked to the kitchen, placing th
