Category Archives: The Early Years

It had been a year. A whole year, trapped in this horrible pseudo-castle full of dust and regret. He was making her wear the dress again, the moth-bitten flapper dress that made her look even younger than she was. It … Continue reading →

Nadine Pascal-Said was fourteen years of age, and she was smashing the window in her hospital room with a chair. It hadn’t really occurred to anyone to put her in a room with bars on the windows or the chairs … Continue reading →

Nadine Pascal-Said was sneaking in her bedroom window, the better to pretend she’d come home hours ago. She was not lucky enough to live in a house with a tree branch to the second story, but the tacky metal columns … Continue reading →

Daughter, You’re turning two today, and your mother says there’s no point calling, because we’re too deep in the jungle and you won’t remember anyway. She’s right, but I still feel bad about it, because you’re our little girl and … Continue reading →