She tears the ink stained page from her journal and holds it to her face. Look at the words. See that they are real. Understand that this happened. Burn it. She holds the flame under the corner...

She smiles, and through her smile, she glows. She is vibrant. She radiates a presence that has the power to ignite a room. She is a light, and that’s all anyone sees. What they don’t see is a confused,...

“We never told anybody. We just said she slipped on the floor. That’s what my mom told us happened. She said she just slipped on the floor.” She remembered the slamming of the door as her dad...