So continues my September Stories project! If you missed any of them, you can find the full list here.
By Danielle Davis
Mike stepped lightly over to her side of the bed. For a long time, he watched her sleep, frowning at the small furrow between her eyes. She never slept well the night before the anniversary of her mother’s death. He sighed. Tomorrow was always taxing on both of them. He wished, after five years, she could come to terms with it, but she was never...