Three Second Chances for Christmas

by Rebel Bloom

If I squinted and crossed my eyes, I could almost see it. Any other way and I was sure that Ian was full of shit. “Um. Ian, I mean this in the nicest way, but I’m not sure that’s a dog.”

Ian snorted. “There are no doctors in my family, either. A couple of assholes, but that’s about it.”

When the people who are supposed to love you most in the world hurt you so deeply, the question of what other people could do is a terrifying one.

“She means everything to him, too. She made him a little nicer.” I looked at Jayden. “Don’t you think?” He wiped his eyes and shook his head. “No, man. He’s still mean as hell.”

Forever is a long time, and there won’t be a day of it when you’re not wearing one of our marks. Or all our marks. Be it ink, bites, or come.”