"Jeah had always been there, reduced from the emotional beatings she had experienced all of her life. She slept in Andrea’s soul like coals that had stopped blazing hours ago, warm and kept alive with the occasional passing wind of liberty. She was a warrior without a sword; a dragon too bruised to lift itself from the ground, much less fly."
Read the rest on Sunday publish of The Separation! ☀️
*In the picture - foreshadowing 😉
