When I woke up that morning, I didn’t have a reflection.
Jessica. Sorry, it’s still hard to even write her name. It feels like the weight on my chest gets heavier every time.
I was a bad mother.
If someone invites you do it, don’t.
It was sitting beside the curb outside my apartment. A white iPhone 4S in surprisingly good condition.
Nothing happens to me. I’m normal. This kind of stuff only happens to other people. No one will be behind me…. Except, someone was.
I was drinking my usual when something out-of-the-ordinary happened.
I began to grow colder as I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into.