Sublime

My mother did not choose a leaf or a head. She chose my father, and to hold on to a certain feeling, she sacrificed the world.

"What will we be without him?" Meredith whispered, clinging to her.

"Less," was all Nina could think of to say.

bouclé

“And what is love, in the end?” Alabaster said. “Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”

filicide

“What a world,”