The September sun peeked out from behind the gray clouds, tossing an errant ray through the conference room window as people filed in for the morning meeting. Reagan sat across the table, scribbling a note as the beam of sunshine lit her hair in a gold-tipped silhouette. Eric sat next to him and asked himContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol”
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Katie Bertola 