But the plush, smoky seats are an inviting respite from our long trek. The driver is a quiet, sinewy, dark-skinned man with a shaved head, wearing aviator sunglasses. A nerdy looking guy with curly red hair and glasses sits in the front passenger seat next to him. Myra sits in a seat behind the d...
She lay in her bed, hearing the words of her father, recorded word for word in the deep and shallow recesses of her mind. Those were words she wouldn’t forget in a hundred years. So hateful. So hurtful. Did her parents really hate her that much? “You’re a screw-up Daphne,” he’d barked from behind...