a fire under my skin, betweenthe color and the bloodmatches your eyes. something is twistedsomething…
Her mind was filled with useless information — what he was allergic to, his favorite foods, his favorite type…
A business didn’t fix it. A baby didn’t fix it.
She noticed it when Libby was playing in the park. She always withheld her favorite toys…
She wasn’t in that place anymore.