Imani Hicks

Nicholas Blake’s Little, Black, Book

The shelter my suburban life carefully constructed kept me living in a safe world where bad things didn’t happen to good people unless from tragic accidents or standard errors. The walls were too paper-thin; if only the veil had been made of glass, I could have seen him coming before my perspective collided with a reality I never imagined could exist. All I know is, I'm not the villain, and he's not the hero; allow me a moment to offer you some valuable insight into this dark turn of events.