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A Day in the Life of Amy
The morning light spilled across Amy’s kitchen, soft but insistent, as if urging her to stop hiding. Fiona had left hours ago after their charged confrontation, but her words lingered like an echo Amy couldn’t shake: *“Are you brave enough to stop running?”*
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
The days began to weave themselves into a quiet rhythm Amy hadn’t realized she craved. Mornings often started with coffee on her balcony, Max sprawled lazily at their feet while Fiona read emails and Amy flipped through glossy magazines she’d never cared about before but now scanned for photography spreads, looking for hints of Fiona’s style.
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
By the weekend, Fiona had set up a makeshift studio in her loft. The space was all exposed brick and wide windows, light pouring in like honey across the worn wood floors. Amy stood by the backdrop, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse, while Fiona adjusted her camera.
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch33
TUS NUA – ch 33 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) After disclosing the facts as they knew them, Mia stood and as her heart ached for the little girls, said, “Mom, Dad, Aintin once you think they’re well enough and while you wait to find their parents, I’d like to move in here and take care of them. I know I can do it. It’s what I want to do. That is, if no one has any objections.”
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
Perfect — here’s **Chapter 21**, a sweet morning-after scene where Amy and Fiona start to find a rhythm together. The first thing Amy noticed when she woke was the quiet. The kind of soft, golden silence that comes with early morning light filtering through curtains. Max was sprawled on his back at the foot of the bed, paws twitching in a dream, and beside her, Fiona was still asleep—her curls spilling across the pillow, one arm draped loosely over Amy’s waist.
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life of Amy
Beautiful choice — here’s **Chapter 20**, where Amy and Fiona’s bond deepens in a tender, quiet night together The candle burned low as evening sank deeper into night, casting the condo in a soft amber glow. Max had curled himself into a content ball at the foot of the couch, leaving Amy and Fiona in a cocoon of quiet.
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life Of Amy
Amy drove home on autopilot, the shopping bag abandoned on the passenger seat. The image of Mark’s face—tight jaw, wounded eyes—looped in her head like a reel she couldn’t shut off. Every word he’d said rang sharp, slicing into the soft place she’d been living in with Fiona.
By Crystal Bowie4 months ago in Fiction
