Chapter 54 "Chew Toy"
"I feel...like it's my fault," Bea said, "everyone tells me not to feel that way, but I do. I took something that was important to her, something she had, in theory, been doing already for an extended...
"I feel...like it's my fault," Bea said, "everyone tells me not to feel that way, but I do. I took something that was important to her, something she had, in theory, been doing already for an extended...
Justine had never been a big drinker. Even when she'd been younger, it simply had never been an activity that she'd found much pleasure in, but now...now she seemed like no matter how much she drank...
Beatrice was vomiting. This was the third time this week, and she wasn't even sure why. It was 4am and she was leaning over her toilet, holding her own hair out of her face as she stared down at the...
The felt had never felt better in her hands, the sewing machine clicking with an eerie precision as she continued her efforts to capture the essence of his personality. Eliza had always been excellent...
When she was a little girl, Amelia Burden used to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on television every year, mostly because of the balloons. Those great gas giants, hoisted high above the crowd,...
Bea was at a park, relaxing on a blanket in the sun. She was wearing a cute dress and a big floppy sunhat, with large sunglasses. The camera was fixated on her, and she hadn't noticed until just now....