Fortuna Sworn

by K.J. Sutton

I forced myself not to fidget or look away; it was one of Mom’s fiercest beliefs that women should never allow themselves to experience shame or self-deprecation.

“If you died, Fortuna, I’d follow you into whatever afterlife there is. The rest doesn’t really matter, does it?”

I lifted the top one and opened it. The spine let out a brittle sigh.