Bottles.

He uttered a curse that startled her with its foulness, and gripped her head between his hands, forcing her to stare at him. His voice was savage. “For twelve years I have been in constant...

Its hard to say what’s wrong when nothing is going right!

….I came to consider betrayal a moral violation of another’s humanity—akin to torture.

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.