The morning air in Kingston smelled of wet pavement and river salt, the kind of damp cold that gets right inside your bones before you even reach the car door.
I had spent twenty minutes in front of the bathroom mirror that Saturday, layering heavy cream foundation and translucent powder over the left side of my jaw. It did not …
The morning air in Kingston smelled of wet pavement and river salt, the kind of damp cold that gets right inside your bones before you even reach the car door. Read More