Bluebird At My Window

By H. Noah When faced with trauma, how would you react? Would you survive, succumb, or lose yourself to your own meaning of justice? Ann was only seventeen when she died. She tried to be a dutiful daughter, to pray, to repent. But it wasn’t enough. Her mother, Diane, didn’t mean to kill her butContinue reading “Bluebird At My Window”

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