The water was biting cold, bubbles of air leaving the woman’s mouth. The globes of air held images from her family, the good memories...

Prologue The water was biting cold, bubbles of air leaving the woman’s mouth. She struggled against the chains cutting into her skin, but...

COLLABORATIVE PROJECT- My part “Hey Chris! Wait up!”‒ Somebody came from behind me and touched my shoulder. A shudder rippled through me....