“Do you have any idea what it took to get here?” I asked. The room went still—forks midair, rain whispering against the glass…
The judge lifted her eyes.“Miss Hargrave, anything further?” I could’ve cried, could’ve shouted—but after years of swallowing dust and insult, I’d learned the…
The morning should’ve smelled like coffee and roses. Instead, it smelled like nothing.No laughter. No clinking plates. Just the hum of a refrigerator…
Ethan always said I wasn’t built for war.“You’re the guy who counts bullets,” he laughed once, clinking his beer against a glass I…