Badgyalrere
Mikayla swallowed hard. Every week, the words cut her deeper. She had spent years begging God to take this part of her away-to make her normal. But no amount of fasting, prayer, or whispered pleas in the darkness had changed the truth.
She was in love with a woman.
And not just any woman-Jariyah Johnson.
Jariyah was the kind of girl who stood out without trying. Her darkskin glowed in the sun, her coolie hair flowed as the breeze passed through it effortlessly, and her laugh could make even the coldest hearts melt. They had been best friends since high school, but Mikayla's feelings had shifted over the years.
She tried to push them down, but it was impossible.
Because Jariyah loved her back.