The Prediction (The Jolvix Episodes #1)

by Faith Gardner

fashionably disheveled, like she doesn’t need to bother even trying to prim herself for the outside world yet glows with that beaming, golden California vibe.

They seem part of some secret club I never learned about and like their whole identity is parenthood. I guess I’m suffering some maternal imposter syndrome, because even though I birthed a baby and spend my waking hours with my baby, I still feel like a fraud. I don’t belong.

It’s almost as if their nearness only makes the separation more glaring, more palpable.

Grief is like lightning. It strikes with a shock of electricity powerful enough to shatter a life into pieces, powerful enough to stop a heart in its place.

To lie is alarming. But more alarming is when you lie so sweet it tastes like the truth.