White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

light of the lobby.

Beatrice was sitting on the velvet bench near the double glass doors, her French-manicured nails tapping against her leather planner.

She stood up when she saw me, her heels clicking against the terrazzo floor as she closed the distance between us.

“You look pale, Martha,” Beatrice said, her voice carrying that soft,continue reading …