If I can just bring myself to focus…maybe I can relive the memory one last time in my mind before fully shutting that part of my life out. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I miss my mother so much, I miss her every single fucking day.The tingling sensation grows into a frenzy. Slowly consuming m
EmilyThe day has passed me by an agonizingly, slow pace. Nothing that I can do can ease the boredom that settles into my body and mind, forcing me to pick up random errands around the house. I have done everything from cleaning Logan and I's bedroom, cleaning the kitchen, re-organizing the bathroom
LoganDelilah's cries for mercy and forgiveness are muffled through the wooden door of my office. I wrapped my belt around the handles, keeping her inside, so that she may not be able to escape from the consequences of our own actions. Her father immediately agreed to find me at my office, already a
LoganWork without seeing Emily's beautiful face is like torture. Throughout the rough schedule of my days, she was the one thing that kept me steady, the one thing that kept me grounded as chaos reigned from all around me. Emily is the one constant that kept me saying and calm, but now that she is
EmilyLogan’s words echo in the back of my mind. I remember all too well the way he stood up for me against his father, the man who has wished for nothing more than to see me fail in my marriage with Logan. My husband, the man I love with the entirety of my heart, did it so effortlessly and without
LoganEmily and I stand next to each other, our hands connected, and we say goodbye to the people of the political campaign event. The energy of the house became more electric after my speech, excitement bubbling from within different sets of people. Everyone, including my father, had good things to