The summer heat In Western Georgia was the kind that didn’t just press against your skin—it crawled down…
The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust,…
It was the kind of morning that pretended to be innocent. The sun beamed down softly over the…
The town had started treating Vivienne like she’d always been there. She now wore boots with dirt on…
She watched it happen. At the bonfire’s final embers, the couples—four people she had tested and guided—had leaned…