Rachel Yoder

and now she would be this, whatever this was. A wild, complicated woman with strange yearnings. Stubborn and angry—soft and sweet, though, too. She was creator and then also the dark force that roamed the night. She was part high-minded intention and part instinct, raw flight

You always think something’s wrong with you, he said pleasantly.

ONE DAY, THE MOTHER was a mother, but then, one night, she was quite suddenly something else.