Louise Gornall books

Under Rose-Tainted Skies

I fucking hate you.’ I seethe at my reflection through tight teeth. Tears roll down my cheeks and drip, drip, drip on to my shirt, making Rorschach patterns that I don’t dare try to decipher. An urge that I haven’t felt in a long time is burning inside my stomach. I take a deep breath, but air ha...