Greg Thompson sat in the suffocating quiet of his apartment, the pages of Twelve Steps to Freedom spread open before him. Step 9 stared back at him like…
The room was cloaked in darkness, broken only by the trembling flame of a single candle. Its light struggled against the weight of the shadows, painting the walls…
The bar was a sanctuary of soft music and quiet conversation. Amelia leaned against the counter, a drink in hand, scanning the room with an air of quiet…
The night before Linda’s big day had arrived, and the apartment was buzzing with energy as Tammy frantically put the finishing touches on the ultimate bachelorette party. The…