White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

in this town, felt like a thin sheet of glass that had just received its first star-shaped crack.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

Clara got into the car and closed her door with a solid, metallic thud that echoed in the quiet parking lot. She adjusted her glasses, her eyes fixed on the paper in her lap.

“We find out how she got your personal continue reading …