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By the time the first violin note drifted through the ballroom, Elena was already being erased from the night. Outside…
Chapter 1: The Scent of White Roses and Resentment My name is Erin Johnson, and the lowest point of my…
They claim the devil wears Prada, but I’ve come to understand he—or rather she—favours custom Vera Wang and a smile…
CHAPTER 1: THE MIRROR’S EDGE Rain slammed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment in a steady, violent rhythm, echoing…
It had been weeks since Julian had cooked, but that evening he moved through the kitchen with a strange, deliberate…
Rain poured in heavy sheets over the cobblestone streets of Charleston that June afternoon. From the tinted glass of his…
The Girl Who Wouldn’t Stop Walking When the sliding glass doors of St. Matthew Regional Hospital in a quiet Midwestern…
The Bench Beneath Stained Glass I was four years old when my mother led me to a polished wooden pew…
The sound reached the street before the cars came into view. It wasn’t loud or forceful. It didn’t come from…
Rain traced soft lines across the tall glass windows of a private rehabilitation hospital in Chicago, blurring the skyline into…