I tried to avoid mirrors. I would pass them and instantly look away. My eyes were always cast down as I brushed my teeth, and my back turned as I changed clothes. Don’t get me started on the moments...

Mom thrusts it into my arms out of a dust-covered storage bin. A smile graces her face as her fingers run over the embroidered letters: OLE MISS. That wasn’t an expression I saw on Mom’s face often....

They make everything rattle. I was glad Abel never played one, or I'd have gotten a headache every time we were together. They rattled the kick drum at the slightest little pluck. Or maybe it was the drums...

Helina glared at him. As if she could help what family she was born into! All she wanted was to scream at him. But ladies did not scream. Especially in public. So she simply forced her frown into a smile...

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I looked into the mirror, uncomfortable with what I saw. My now pale and ghostly skin glistened before me. I slowly made my way up to my face and set my eyes upon the scar upon my left cheek hesitantly....