He didn’t touch his wife anymore. Barely looked at her.But he kissed Clarabelle’s forehead every night. Sometimes her…
The room smelled faintly of baby powder and something less pleasant. Soft light filtered through pink curtains, casting…
They didn’t talk about love in that house. Not out loud. But it was there — thick as…
Mommy never wanted her. She made it clear in little ways. A too-tight braid. A sigh when Clarabelle…
What Makes a Man One? Let’s talk about the word bitch. That five-letter bomb has started arguments, ended…