Keepsake (True North, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

This is the land of milk and maple syrup.” I glanced down to find Lark listening to me with a soft expression on her face, and I was never more certain that God’s earth was a special place. “Everywhere I look I see miracles,” I finished.

Daphne said, ‘I know chapter and verse about birth control and STDs. I don’t need to discuss my vagina with my big brother, and don’t forget I’m handy with the shotgun.’ So I took my banana and ran away.”

Sometimes the end of a stage in your life doesn’t announce itself with trumpets or fireworks. Sometimes it just seeps in, like the smell of snow on the air as fall gives way to winter.