No Exit

by Taylor Adams

the kind of sanguine charmer she’d dated once but never twice,

And Rodent Face? He was a walking AMBER Alert already.

Rofl

RBF (“resting bitch-face”), and yes, it was true that Darby rarely smiled. Not because she was bitchy, or even unhappy. Smiling made her self-conscious.

No panic, no fight, no flight, just that shivery little moment when daily life goes rancid.

There’s refuge in normalcy — if you can hold onto it.

Darby had always been awful at speaking to children. Even back to her babysitting days, she’d lacked that maternal instinct.

Darby preferred to live her life wide-eyed, tormented, running, because nothing can catch you if you never stop.

She hated it. She wasn’t a leader. She’d never been comfortable as the center of attention