Lila cringed at the ghost of Barron’s words, a memory with edges still too sharp to touch.– VE Schwab
Bethany Mead cringed against the stone wall of her cell. Greeves was guarding the female ward this night. She hated Greeves-¦– Brooklyn Ann
I cringed as the band oozed into the next chord. If notes were cars, I think there was a D major under the wreckage.– Mary Hughes