Bonnie Bennett

Phoenix Rising Part 6 I push open the door and step inside, letting my eyes sweep across the space. Half of it’s still thrift store with the scent of old fabric and dust clinging to the walls, but my side… my side’s different. The partition’s up, the paint’s dry, and the

Part 5-Back To School #Solo Two weeks later, I’m sitting in the back of a classroom at Norco College, surrounded by kids barely old enough to drink, all of them chattering about police internships and criminal justice degrees. I’ve got a notebook, a half-empty coffee beside me,

Section 2 – “Ashes Don’t Burn Twice” The number’s been sitting in my bag all week, folded and refolded so many times it’s soft at the edges. I tell myself I’ll throw it away, that I don’t need to owe anyone anything ever again. But every time I look at the tuition notice on the

Part 4 — The Price of Reinvention #Solo Section One -“Debt Before Dawn” The paperwork sits heavy in my lap. My name, Wendy Case, is printed neat across the top in black ink. I stare at it so long the letters start to blur. People like me don’t fill out forms like this.

Part 3-Paper Walls and Second Chances: The Application #Solo By the time I pull into the parking lot of the Bureau of Security and Investigative Services office, my palms are sweating against the steering wheel. I can't help but feel nervous and just a little bit

Part 2 -First Case In Motion #Solo I don’t know where to start. I don’t have a plan. I don’t even have a clue if this is the right thing to do. But I do know one thing: I have to help him. There’s an ache that isn’t just about him, it’s about me too.

From Ashes To Rebirth #Solo part 1 I come to the circle three nights a week. I come because if I don’t, the itch will eat me alive. The craving never really goes away. It gnaws, it burns, it claws through every quiet moment. The nausea, the shakes, the chaos in my head, it’s