Jenny L. Howe

“I know we can't go back." When he glanced up his eyes snagged hers. Their table was small enough that they had to concentrate from keeping their knees from bumping and so close Alison could see every glint of bronze and green in his irises. A cash of coins and emeralds. A trap like dead man's treasure. "But sometimes I" He was whispering and she had to lean in to hear it. " I wish we could go forward.”
― Jenny L. Howe, The Make-Up Test

“This is not a fit. It's the truth Do you know what it was like to live with you? The constant remarks about my weight? The diet printouts everywhere? The way you'd buy junk food and stock the house with snacks and then shame me for eating what was available? The way you brushed aside everything I cared about?” Her fingers ached from their grip on the bed frame. “I guess I should thank you, since your disinterest motivated me. But there’s always been this part of me that was empty, a hole I couldn’t fill because it was yours.”
― Jenny L. Howe, The Make-Up Test