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But more than that, I learned years ago that numbness is better than pain. I’ve been not talking for so long, I’m not sure I’d even know how to start.
Jenna is lying to me—I just don’t know if that should make me angry or scared.
Two branches of the same tree, two pieces of a soul. Where one sister goes, the other will be, for she is but half of the whole.
I look to Kasey, and the two of us begin to retrace our steps back to the truck. Both sets of sisters reunited at last. I’m just not sure the right ones survived.

