healing in Romance

The highway stretched like a black ribbon through the high desert, my Honda's tires humming their monotonous song as I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to leave crescent moons in my palms. T...

The gravel crunched beneath Elias's boots as he stepped out of his truck, the sound sharp in the late-morning hush. Wisteria Hall rose before him like something from a Brontë novel—three stories o...