“What is it? What is it?!” I began dumping clothes out of the dresser drawers, snatching them on as quickly as I… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“My forehead hit the table again with a thud. Ow. The words left me in a rush. “I’m-fucking-the-married-closeted-father-of-my-only-close-friend-in-the-entire-world-and-his-wife-is-going-to-be-here-in-two-weeks.” I heard the hiss… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“These aren’t me!” I screamed in a whisper, two tears slipping down my cheeks. “Whatever you see, it’s not me. I’m just… — Amelia C. Gormley Failure Copy Share Image
“A half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the bedside table, and his sketchbook was open on the king-size bed. Several sketches, only… — Amelia C. Gormley Angel Copy Share Image
