Sammy raised his voice. The horror and indignation that he felt were apparent in every syllable. 'It's done a shit, Shelly May,' he said, staring at the poo by the back door. It was shaped like cupcake icing.

It's over n done with. There's nothing to say. I put in such effort most, every day. But 'hoping' it's working, Is no place to be. I did the loving. You had all of me.

Chapter Twenty Three

A daughter struggling to deal with her pain and her dads.

A man is confronted by his wife over his infidelity.

A man awakes to discover that all is not right with the world into which he has awoken.

Nervous in the dentist's chair, " Open wide " she said.

woman who cant sleep

Soul music ..