But the motorcycle was working his last nerve. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 4:45 A.M. It was pitch-black outside. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the lines the streetlights made through the mini blinds. The noise from the motorcycle became louder. The idiot was coming down the stree...
A week ago, Chantal had shared with Michelle that she’d thought she could be pregnant. Chantal and her husband, Douglas, had been trying for five years to conceive. In spite of all of the fertility treatments that she’d been subjected to, Chantal’s womb had still been without child. Today, Chanta...
On Friday morning, as Portia drove south on Pulaski Avenue toward the car dealership where she worked, her cellular phone rang. She recognized Richard’s work number. Portia wasn’t especially happy to speak with him. Because of Richard’s lack of funds, Portia hadn’t been able to keep up with her h...