It was just the two of them.
He gave a slight nod, smug satisfaction in his eyes.
I began shooting for Genre magazine on a regular basis in 2008.
He claims he was assaulted by Day in 2006, when he was just 18.
Then a far-reaching crime is suddenly exposed—that his family committed.
As they begin to open their hearts, they up the stakes with a one-week pact.
Slight movement rippled through the vast space of the reclaimed warehouse—toward the same metal roll-up entrance door that had been haunting me all night—as heads craned to see, breasts pushed out a little farther, and bodies pressed closer, like a powerful magnet pulled them uncontrollably forward.
With every tightening breath, fury burned my lungs, for being judged without cause.