It started with manipulation. A woman in disheveled gray clothing, sobbing, face down in a grim and black alley, shadowy figures lurking just within reach. Then suddenly, light exploded, leading the way for a man clothed in glistening white. His brightness covered the...

Seven years gone. Not in a flash, that would have been a blessing. The years had lingered and festered. Started when she was twenty-three....

"You look lonely, miss." Cynthia spun on her heels to face the voice that had spoken to her. At first, she was irked. How exactly does someone "look lonely"? But she was surprised to find a gentle, friendly face looking back at her and her frown slowly lifted into a...

Claire VanBurgen thought there'd be more riffraff surrounding this type of thing. The shows always made it look so dramatic. Being jostled and dragged into the police station, hands grabbed in the harshest manner, slammed on little pads of black ink for...