CHAPTER 1 The 4:15 PM commuter bus smelled like wet wool, cheap coffee, and exhaustion. It was mid-November. The kind of bitter, freezing rain that made everyone miserable was coming down hard in the city. The wi…
Chapter 1 The cold, sterile smell of iodine and bleach is something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my existence. I had just given birth to my second child, a…
