This is probably a mistake. I have so little confidence in what I’m doing with my life, and now that he’s gone and I’m here all alone, every decision feels like the wrong one.“You coming inside? Or you just gonna stand outside and cry?”Ford is over by my bike. He’s wearing jeans and a Shrike Rook...
At first they are just out there, drifting, like a mist, or maybe more like a swarm. A swarm of those nasty little gnats that gather in clouds each summer. The voice in my head, the one that's been talking to me since I was seven and Fiona went missing, says: This girl is not her, Brody. She's sa...