“I lifted the hem of my shorts and set the blade against the skin of my outer thigh, and, though my pulse roared in my temples, though my insides were coiled up in a tight knot of desperation, my hand… — Kristen Mae Copy Share Image
“You don’t have control” she spat. “Iris doesn’t have control. No one does. Control is an illusion. Terrible things happen with no reason at… — Kristen Mae Copy Share Image
“I lifted the hem of my shorts and set the blade against the skin of my outer thigh, and, though my pulse roared in… — Kristen Mae Copy Share Image
