There’s no color in Doubtful, she realized as she stared up at the curtains floating out of an open bedroom window. It was like the town had been drained over decades. Everywhere else was muted browns, faded earthy greens, and grays. Everywhere except for Jen’s own body, which sported a striped blue-and-black shirt…and the curtains. They reminded her of Hope and her tinted hair.
