Valentina by Julia Phillips There was a blister on her chest that never healed. Dark, it rested four centimeters below her clavicle, in the freckled plain of skin exposed by low collars. It had started as a spot, and then the spot swelled, popped, scabbed over and continued to grow. Under the skin was hard with blood. Valentina told herself it would go away in its own time. After every shower, she covered it with a small adhesive bandage. The […]