Maya

It hides in the rain Running down my window, In the toys I refuse to throw out It hides under tree Where a loved pet is buried, In the petals ...

Chapter 1 'Happy Birthday Bella!' my husband said, coming into the room balancing a breakfast tray in one hand and our daughter in the other. He handed me the tray ...

I remember the black skies, the way you trembled as the thunder roared overhead. I remember that look in your eyes when the lightning lit up your face. Fear, that's ...