There were no surprises in Gatlin County. We were pretty much the epicenter of the middle of nowhere. At least, that’s what I thought, when I closed my battered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five, clicked off my iPod, and turned out the light on the last night of summer. Turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong. There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.
