Murphy never thought about God, religion — any of it — until the summer Asher found Jesus. In June, Asher left…
They have a party.
The evening comes in slowly, ushering in a cold blue. People reach for their…
This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful? — Maggie Smith
This is my prison — a world without you. I make bargains with myself. Today I’ll allow myself a memory, but nothing more…
