I had to force my hand to unclench from the microfiber cloth. It was damp with Windex, the chemical smell clinging to my…
I had everything. That’s what they always said. Lucas Reed has everything. From the outside, my life was a platinum-plated, private-jet fueled fairytale.…
The moment the crayon slipped from her fingers, I was already moving. It was pure instinct, a ghost-memory from a life I’d tried…
The sound started just as I was staring at a crack in my ceiling, tracing it with my eyes and pretending it was…
The rain was a damn curtain that night, slamming against the diner’s windows like a fist. Inside, the world was a mix of…
The air in that garage was thick with the smell of motor oil, old rubber, and something metallic I couldn’t place. It was…
The silence in my wagon was always the worst part. It wasn’t a peaceful silence. It was a hollow, aching void, the kind…
I watched them go. The flashing blue and red lights dissolved down Pine Street, leaving me on my own lawn like a stranger.…
The silence in my father’s small, beige-painted room was so heavy it felt like a physical weight. It was the kind of silence…
The click of the lock was drowned out by the sound of glass clinking. Laughter. A woman’s laughter, high and light, that wasn’t…