Spirit. Guts. Grit.

Morgan
The last piece of me crumbled when I lost my mom. I fill the void with any vice I can get my hands on—smoke in my lungs, illegal heat blockers in my veins. You’d think that my brother moving on and starting his own family would help lessen the numbness, but it only serves as a reminder that my body doesn’t work how it’s...

Moving to the States isn’t my choice—it’s just one I have to live with. The new house doesn’t feel like a home, but then again, they never do. My relationship with my parents is just as tenuous as it’s always been and jet lag is my only companion.

Until I meet him.

The enigmatic art curator, old enough to be my father, makes me feel seen for the...

Fate is a fickle creature, is he not?

Sunday
My name is Sunday Mourning. Yes, you heard that correctly. And no, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about the fact I’m having a dry spell, or that I’m about to lose my job because I told a kid to screw off. And I definitely don’t want to talk about the fact that my impromptu...