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…
Part 2: The Longest Night The sun rose, but it felt like a judgment. The thin, beige curtains of the motel room…
The sound was sharp, metallic, and definitive. Click. Click. It was a sound I knew well, but one I had never heard in…
I looked at Jenna. Her face was pale, a mask of pure disbelief and simmering anger. Chen looked at the floor, anywhere but…
The waiting room at Pinewood Memorial was too bright. The fluorescent lights hummed, buzzing under my skin, mocking the chaos that was thundering…
His back was to me, a small, hunched shape against the graying evening light. He was holding the paper airplane, the one I’d…
The sound was sharp, a wet thwack that vibrated through the rain, followed by a grunt of pure agony. But it wasn’t the…
The rage I felt on that sidewalk was so cold and sharp it almost made me dizzy. It was a different kind of…
I couldn’t leave. I told myself it was protocol, that I needed to wait for the social worker, but that was a lie.…