Deep green shrubs frame her parents’ house, and pink dogwoods and lavender lilacs hang heavy in bloom, their colors smudged beneath the late May blue sky.Amy indulges her senses. The scent of spring floats in the fragrance of new blossoms and damp lawns, misting the air like cologne. A twig and b...
“It’s Sara Beth,” she says. “Is she okay?” “I think so. But she left a message on my machine when I was out walking.” He can tell she’s moving, bending and taking off her sneakers while she speaks, the telephone cradled to her ear. “Something about if I can meet her tomorrow to go shopping.” “Sho...
Chapter Fifteen Lauren knows what it feels like to have a wave wash over her. The force of the swell stays with her, becomes a part of her even. Because she learns from it instantly. She learns not to resist it and face its force, but instead to move with it, to become a part of its motion until ...