Sweet Sorrow — Ashlyn Mathews

SorrowI don't believe in fairy tales or happy endings. There are only tragedies and irony. Did my mother realize that when she named me Sorrow? My dad too when his addictions lead to a tragedy that ironically lands me in the home of his enemy? I'm grateful for the Saints's generosity but I am not thrilled with living under the same roof as their brooding son, Trace. The way he stares at me, as though I'm a little mouse and he, the hungry hawk, is...unnerving. TraceShe's hot one minute, cold the next. I cannot get a good read on the girl with two first names, Sorrow Sophia. S.S. Can we get an O please? Because this girl needs serious help, and I'll be the one teaching her the hard knocks of life, first rule being don't disturb the sleeping bear by continuing to poke at it. But don't be misled by Sorrow's timid voice and quiet presence. Inside that fine body is a fighter, and I love me a good fight.