Jarren lifted the sheets up over Milli, tucking them in around her as she stared up at him.“Daddy?” she said.“Yes, angel?”“Can I have a song?”He sighed. “I don’t know any of the songs Mommy would sing to you.”“She would sing songs about going to sleep.”He took in a deep breath. […]
I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder when I was five. I have always struggled to interact with people because of this disorder, spending large amounts of time attempting to fix imperfections around me. I would lash out harshly at people around me if they touched me or my things, and
I. Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary
