White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

The weight of the paper felt too heavy, like an anchor.

“I need to think about this, Beatrice,” I said, stepping back toward the lobby.

“Your skin does not have time for you to think, Martha,” she said.

The heavy blue folder sitting on my passenger seat as I drove home in silence.

By nine o’clock the next morning, I was standing in front of the bathroom continue reading …