Women

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, each drop a tiny, insistent drumbeat against the glass, mirroring the frantic pulse in my veins. I paced the plush, crimson…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city glittered, a distant, indifferent spectacle to…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the ranch house, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Montana plains stretched out…