I’m fine.” My mother has been buzzing around me for the past month and a half like an overprotective bear. I can’t say I blame her. The thought of ever being responsible for another life terrifies me. I don’t ever see myself as a mother. “Well, I ju...
TAP. TAP. TAP. Rhys took the blade of his serrated knife to the door of Father Sullivan’s confessional booth, the sharp vane sending shockwaves of dread through every bone of the priest’s body. The very man that was ordained to lead the faithful had created irreparable havoc, murdered the fut...
She has no clue that I already live here. I falsely assumed that all the Aunt Jackie meals in the freezer meant this chick can’t cook for fudge, oh how grossly misinformed I was. She’s a goddess who can whip up made-from-scratch in t-minus five minutes. I haven’t had a mea...