Stephanie is contorting. She is frightening at the same time that she is pitiful. She looks in so much pain. Her forehead is covered in wrinkles and veins, and pale blotches on a face already drained of color. She is angry. Her eyes are filled with tears and her nose runs. She screams she is tired of living but does not want to die – for her children. Their names are tattooed on her chest. Karina. Lamar. Jordan. Catherine. SheRead more