My heart aches as I tear my eyes away from my home for the last time. I blink away tears and face the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I say a silent goodbye to the first place that ever felt my own, the place where I became a mother, a wife. The place that I lived the perfect life, until it all went wrong. My knuckles turn white from the strain, as though holding onto the wheel will kee...

When I was young, people always told me I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant. I stare in the mirror and pick apart my dull features. Dark circles ringed my too small eyes, the effects of a hundred poor nights sleep. My forehead, too large and starting to wrinkle from worry at only the age of 27. I tried Botox once, but it made me feel fake. It doesn’t matter how hard I ...