Grace Goodwin

were wet, and I realized I’d actually been crying. Now they fell for a different reason. Loss. I was bereft. Empty. Back to my cold, calm center that so far, nothing had breached. Nothing but him

in junior high like my stupid friends. I didn’t cheat on tests or lie to my mother. I was boring and sad and pathetic and so lonely

without knocking.
“Do you have the birthmark, too?”
I heard the question as I walked behind Warden Egara into the room, one hand on the back of my testing gown to keep my butt from being exposed. The small space was an actual conference room with a table and chairs. Two women were huddled

two women, recognized

exactly? Is there a wedding ceremony

together to talk, to help you feel more

wanted to… God, these guys were full

small, not reaching my shoulder, but her full breasts and flared hips were those of a woman ripe

because I couldn’t seem to stop

used microscopic implants to incre