A Touch of Jen

by Beth Morgan

His eyes are the mint color of Lady Liberty, and his expression is moneyed and free of pain, like a royal corpse.

“Don’t prime me for what you’re about to say. Couching it in weirdness ahead of time is a stupid, fake way to make me try to reassure you that you’re not a freak. If you’re a freak, I’m going to tell you.”