-transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade... May 2026

“The question,” Lauren whispered, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Kenma’s ear, her knuckles brushing the shell of it, “is not whether you want to leave.”

Lauren set down her glass. The clink against the marble was a period at the end of a sentence. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Kenma could smell her perfume—smoke, amber, and something sharp like crushed mint. -Transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade...

“Don’t you want to see the rest of the exhibit?” Lauren asked. “The question,” Lauren whispered, reaching out to tuck