Stef winced as her hair was pulled back into a bun. Getting her hair ready for ballet was so different than getting ready to go shopping – shopping hair was this relaxed, serene experience where it was just all about her mother loving Stephanie. Ballet, on the other hand, was about her mother pushing Stephanie, challenging Stephanie, and wanting her to be better. Continue reading “05 – Starlight”
Fifteen years before Dorian knocks.
There were no sounds in the house. That wasn’t unusual for Saturday.
Stef lay in front of her closed bedroom door, peeking under the tiny, tiny crack beneath the door, looking for any approaching feet. Continue reading “03 – Dolls”