Halley knew the after. The after-party. The after-image. The aftermath. She was the one who brought the snacks. The one who called you out. The one who held your hand in the trenches and never, ever left. Her life was a monument to the 'after,' to surviving. Her apartment was the physical proof: thrifted art,… Continue reading Halley: The Echo
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: Paige, AgainWhere recognition replaces resentment, and peace arrives without fanfare.Mira didn’t expect to see her. She was standing in the backyard, learning the small art of hanging towels… Continue reading Chapter Fifty-Eight: Paige, Again
