HER SHADOWS

cony of her tiny apartment, cigarette in hand, letting the smoke curl and vanish into the autumn air. She had always preferred t

epest of wounds. But those days had faded, replaced by a darkness that gnawed at her insides like an insatiable

ths, she slipped into the role of a shadow, taking lives in exchange for a paycheck. It was a

boot, her phone buzzed. The message was terse:

ncounter she had with Michael. Michael, with his warm smile and kind eyes, had wrapped her in a comforting embrace she didn't know she craved. It was brief, a cou