Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”
If lovers had wishes; no, stop there.
"Back in 2006, I worked the 9-5 shift at Ford’s Appliance on Saturdays and Sundays mostly by default."
Why did you leave? they ask me in the five minutes they see me—
Zoë Reichel looked like the eye of a hurricane: perfect, on the surface, to the naked eye, but ready in a moment’s notice to tear you apart. That was exactly how she wanted it.