You keep trying to get inside my head, while I keep trying to lose the words you said. Can't you see I'm hanging by a thread? To my life what I know, yeah I'm losing control. — Rachel Copeland Copy Share Image
“Have you even tried to contact him?” Davie said, hanging the dress in her bathroom. “No. I can still feel his fury. It’s like it’s emanating all the way from the Chicago River to our house.” — Beth Kery Copy Share Image
