Kristy Holditch

By Kristy Holditch He had been in that room more times than he cared to count, he practically had it memorized. The open windows that...

By Kristy Holditch The static currents continued with her search, hollow and empty scratches, the volume cranked so we wouldn’t miss it....

By Kristy Holditch What if our nightstands held our biggest secrets? Not secrets in the sense that they’re deep and dark, though maybe....