White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

my Buick’s engine was the only sound for a moment as I unlocked the doors.

I climbed into the driver’s seat, my knees still feeling a little hollow. Clara got into the passenger side, pulling her door shut with a solid, heavy thunk that echoed in the quiet car.

“Well, now,” I said, staring at the steering wheel. “I spent three hundred dollars on a jar continue reading …