Butterfly
She’d been someone else, once. Once upon a time she’d been a daughter, a granddaughter. A student, a friend, an effervescent teenager with girlish dreams and schoolgirl crushes, with plans of having a career one day, a family. Now, she was just his. In dreams, sometimes, she’d catch little flashes of the life she’d had before him. A pale green bedspread and soft cotton sheets, a closet of clothes and a drawer of tangled jewelry. A bathroom with the counter littered with makeup and...