Two times over

Two times over © Folakemi Emem-Akpan Her heart is a giant vise in her chest, pumping so hard she will not be surprised if it caves a hole through her stomach. Her mouth is dry, her breath coming in puffs that evaporate right in front of her. Julie holds the home kit up, counting off... Continue Reading →

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