The Dallas heat hit me like a betrayal. I stepped off the Greyhound, dragging a tattered suitcase behind me. California had promised dreams—but all I found were nightmares and an emptiness I tried to fill with powder and pills.
By Jordyn Click5 months ago in Art
~A story about love, loss, survival and the aching belief that something better might still be coming. Part I: Lily Lily Monroe was seven years old the first time she realized what it meant to be invisible.
By Jordyn Click5 months ago in Writers
