We lay in bed together after an hour of bodily exploration—me, wrapped in Ric’s arms, and him, snoring louder than a bulldozer. I stared at the ceiling and tried to pinpoint the moment when I’d become someone else. Fresh. A newer version of me. &nbs...
Garbage. It smelled like an overflowing trash can full of day-old food scraps, left to rot in the hot sun. I shielded my eyes with an arm. It was blindingly bright too. Outside the Line headquarters was the bustling world of ...