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334 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2016
"His lips found mine, as soft as a dragonfly landing, so soft that maybe I'd imagines it. Was he kissing me? My first kiss?"
"I wanted to know what evil she’d seen, but I wanted even more to escape the narrow store aisle. Warning bells pealed in my brain. 'She’s crazy. Don’t get involved.”
“Because even if you buried yourself in guilt, you can't go back and change what happened.”
Caesar bolted ahead of us, sniffing at a pile of wood and seaweed. Clover walked in silence, a condition she’d maintained on the drive from Gran’s house. She stooped to pick up a piece of driftwood, tracing the knots and swirls with her thumb. She’d changed in the short time I’d known her. Clover looked at everything in her unique, unfiltered way—a mix of innocence, compassion, and frankness. Somewhere along the way, cynicism had crept in. She’d grown a little jaded. Had she learned that from me?
“Yeah. You notice everything, even the small stuff that other people assume is unimportant, and you’re so…committed to life. You make me think about the things I take for granted, like maybe I’ve been just getting by for the past two years and maybe it’s not enough.”