trish vanzant – Page 3

Conflict and Insecurity

He reached over, brushing aside hair that was covering her face. He didn’t like seeing that look in her eyes – she

Trish opened the door at the sound of the knock, at roughly 5:30 in the evening. “Hey Ilyana. Come on in.” Ilyana

It was the third time since she’d gotten home from school that he’d caught her crying. This time, he decided, he wasn’t

Trish pored over the course catalog for the local university, marking classes she would be interested in taking her first semester there,

Chance had been outside smoking for a while – partly to enjoy the warm night, but mostly to think. He was reluctant

Trish was uncertain as to exactly what time she needed to be at the meeting, but she’d agreed to be there, and

“Mmm…..where are you going?” a sleepy voice from the bed asked. Damn – I either moved around too much or made too