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"You like the challenge," he mused. "You might even thrive on it. Who's to say this isn't to help give you practice." Her freelance activities were...well... Who was he to judge? "Did you test out the suit I made you?" With Gwen it was always a 50/50 if she took him on on his aid. It started...

Her favorite bottle, the glass chilled to the touch as if her entrance was to be expected. He didn't leave from his arm chair, looking at his watch intently before going back to the article. "Princess Charlotte is far too young for my taste, besides the monarchy has seen better days." He did...

Louis Briggs had just won TIME's Most Influential Person award, celebrating his victory with a tangy gin, a splash of lime soda, topped with a mint leave. Briggs Enhancement employees across the states partied and celebrated. He made sure to allocate a large number of sums for his executive...

Two Days Later... 5:30 AM When Robyn lost her mother, Harvey thought it would be a good idea to get a grief counselor. If there was one thing he didn't want to share with his daughter, it was losing a parent when you're a kid. In his circumstance, it was his father. Died unexpectedly from a...

"Em...our parents are bigger than stupid boys," her sleeve wiped her eye, but it was too late. The sniffle huff came out before the tears fell. "That's something we are both going through. I'm your sister; we should go through that together." That meant Ryan just needed to be insignificant. He...

She quit her job. Seeing Em's eyes widen as she mentioned only solidified that maybe she was crazy after all. Like she told that little kid, sometimes crazy was needed to get things done. Em said she didn't have to talk about it, but maybe that was wrong. Molly felt uncomfortable in her own...

That wasn't bad for a $150 hustle. Molly was very different from her teacher. Ms. Moore was very calm, soft-spoken and would encourage you to express what you were feeling. Molly was high energy, jittery, and all over the place. Robyn noticed that if the girl were left alone in her thoughts, her...

Molly poured hot water into two mugs. Tea settled the nerves. She wasn't much of a coffee person like her sister. It was a running joke back in Boston that Moore hated coffee. She'd shotgun a triple espresso just to chase it down with orange juice or whatever drink. Espressos were quick and did...

Molly had done a very impulsive and reckless thing. Her boss had made it a point to bring that up. From travelling across the globe to be with a man, picking all her belongings and driving across the country and now quitting her job....all of it screamed of a woman having a mental breakdown. It...

"See this? This is why you're struggling owning a business. That's just now the real world works, sweetheart." Slave and master? Clearly she was dipping into the dramatics again. Emily could pull an oscar winning oh woe is me contest. He left the money on the counter. "You can turn that into...

Em could put on a blank face all she wanted, but Nick knew her enough to know that when he got that look, he already won. Her head was definitely spinning and he'd probably be some extensive journal entry about how cruel and awful he was for not respecting her "feelings" or whatever she wanted...

The bell chimed, and the good times ended before the door could swing shut. Nicholas Bass knew how to make an entrance. It could be the cologne he wore or Gucci-level style of cowboy boots that hit the ground. Molly wouldn't be surprised if she found out the man's entire outfit cost more than...

"Jerks," Robyn finished the sentence as her teacher paused. Ms. Moore was very polite. She was that kind of woman that believed if you held your chin up high, sooner or later the right thing would follow. Those were the people you admired in books or a good story, but from Robyn's experience you...

Robyn Beckett had another rough day at school. Dad kept telling her that it would just take some time to get used to. People in small towns struggled with change, and they were a big change. The right people and the good people would take the time to see the real her, and it would all work...

Emily was greeted by the loud meow of Ebony the black cat. It took about 2 weeks for her sister's cat to stop clinging to Molly's leg and venture around the house. All the late night texts, phone calls and pictures Molly would send of this cat through the years was strange. Ebony knew how to...

Post office. There it was. They could go any time in the month, beginning or end, it didn't matter. They would need a reason to go the day that they went. Molly grimaced, her lips pursed tightly together as she nodded. She took in everything her sister was saying, and it was there—the god damn...

Right. Let's go home. Molly gave her sister a nod, pushing in the drawers. John and Jane Doe tags wrapped around their toes as they went into their new homes, a stainless steel box with a cot. The smell still hung in the air, even outside of the facility. The detective's car was still there...

The two sisters would not be prepared for the morgue if they were starting off this strongly. The smell of decay is similar to shit. No one really talks about it, but that's the smell. It's a rancid smell that hits the nose right on impact. Brings to image of garbage, rancid milk curdling and...

Em was as tweaked out from all this as a school kid snorting a pack of pixie sticks. She might have done that in dare at Heather Dorsey's spin the bottle party. They were thirteen and too afraid to kiss in the closet right away so it was a truth or dare. Her sister was as tweaked out as she was...

"Better to do it now," she agreed. Molly was in the same boat as Em. She felt like she was on autopilot. It was better to get it all over at once. If she had the choice, she'd go to the gas station, load up on energy drinks and stay awake all the way to the funeral. Just...get it over with...