But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.
My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.
A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.
Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.