r down the long, private road. Th

was utter

d kid, and a boy had found me crying behind a tent. He' d given me a guitar pick and told me my sadness would make beautiful

sical reminder of my reality. I stumbled back inside the cold, empty house. There was no one to call, no on

glass of water, my hand shaking so badl

startling me. I was

porch. She was beautiful, poised, the golden child of the family. Sh

de without an invitation. "I was so worr

king in the expensive, minimalist decor. She r

her voice dripping with false sympathy. "He

, Savannah?" I as

just wanted to see how you were holding up. It mu

u can tell Liam the truth about that night three years

er, my blood

th malice, "that I drugged his drink and put you in his b