Transgender

Rain lashed against the windows of the penthouse, mirroring the storm brewing within me. The scent of expensive whiskey hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering perfume of…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, insistent rhythm that matched the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of wet earth and…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of St. Augustine’s Academy, each drop a frantic plea against the oppressive humidity of the summer afternoon. Inside, the air hung thick and…