Hi, Jenny

It began with a Pinterest board.

Late one night, after looking for a recipe she’d sworn she’d saved somewhere, she stumbled across one of her husband’s tabs still open on the computer. She almost clicked away.

Then she noticed the images. Women laughing in sunlight. Soft sweaters. Baby blue pajamas. Wedding dresses. Braided hairstyles. Makeup tutorials. Native-inspired braids with ribbons and feathers.

The Nutcracker

By Jenny with a G

Thomas had seen a ballet only once in his life.

It was December, close enough to Christmas that lights glowed in nearly
every window and silver garlands trembled above the streets. His mother
had saved for months to buy two tickets to The Nutcracker.

She expected him to enjoy it.

She did not expect it to change him.

From the moment the curtain rose, Thomas sat perfectly still.

The Sisters

By Jenny with a G

Chris was already at school when Lily arrived.

That was not unusual.

Chris was usually there before almost everyone, sitting on the wooden bench outside the library with a backpack tucked close beside one foot. Teachers passed with coffee cups and key rings. The custodian pushed a cart down the hallway. Students came in laughing, yawning, arguing, complaining about homework, and never wondered why Chris always seemed to be waiting before the day had even begun.

Lily noticed.

Lily noticed most things about Chris.