Annika has a mouth that doesn’t take orders, a son she’d walk through fire for, and a beauty salon that barely pays the bills. Ronny calls her Snow White. She hands out nicknames of her own.
Where does she get it?
The sharp tongue is mine. Once, a police officer wanted me to unpack a trunk full of boxes so he could check for a first-aid kit. I told him exactly what would happen next. He backed down. That story is waiting for its own book.
The lioness is mine, too. Nobody gets near my kids without going through me, and Annika feels the same about Finn.
And the voice in her head? The one that comments on everything she does, usually at the worst moment and usually with sarcasm? Welcome to the inner world of an ADHD brain. It isn’t a plot device. It’s how my head talks every day. Annika just gets to argue back.
Annika’s town is a fairy tale, the Grimm kind. Her voice isn’t.
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