Credence

by Penelope Douglas

Everyone contemplates suicide at some point, even if it’s just for a minute. And one thing is usually the root cause. Loneliness.

she notices Kaleb putting a new plate in front of her and scraping off half his steak, already cut up into bite-size chunks.

“The notches go all the way to the buckle,” I point out. “I’m flattered, but my waist isn’t that small.” Noah leans in, whispering, “But your wrists are.”