“She didn't know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she'd ever loved.” — Janell Rhiannon Copy Share Image
“He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t answer. I hoped he would tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
