The candle melted down into nothing as Odette sketched by its fragile light. Though her eyelids grew heavy as the…
“You’re really doing this? You’re actually moving out to work for a man you just met and a child that…
“Odette, you’ve hardly touched your cremerolle. Why did I go to so much trouble to make your favorite if you…
Cadence started every day by waking up with the first twinklings of dawn. She made her bed, washed her face,…