by Tiffany Razzano in The Guardian When I opened the bathroom door, the first thing I saw were Julie’s pale, artfully crossed ankles, bobbing in the water. She was facedown in the […]
by Tiffany Razzano in The Guardian When I opened the bathroom door, the first thing I saw were Julie’s pale, artfully crossed ankles, bobbing in the water. She was facedown in the […]