Would that I could travel back in time. Would that I could undo what has been done. I did the best I could but it wasn’t good enough to save her. Or him. It started the same as every other day. I was standing in the main kitchen, early in the morning, alone, the way…

The dust motes swam lazily in the warm sunshine as Aimee danced. Her arms spread wide, she twirled around three more times just for the deliciousness of the space, the warmth, and knowing this was, finally, her very own place.Soon a truck would pull up with her things and the new apartment wouldn’t be empty…

The silence was abrupt. After the pounding rain, the whipping wind, the sudden end of the storm made the house feel…bruised. Clarissa felt bruised too as she gently flicked her tongue over her back molar. “I hope it’s just my imagination that my tooth feels loose.” That was quite the wallop to the jaw she…