A Song Below Water (A Song Below Water, #1)

by Bethany C. Morrow

Altruism did—which is literally someone’s name because this is Portland.

I can’t, this is hilarious

She isn’t like me; her voice isn’t cursed. For her, signing is a second language, something lovely that makes her more Euphemia. She’s never done it because she couldn’t bear to speak.

Honestly, I think my sister just broke my heart.

But individual kindness or hate isn’t what makes the world go round. When it matters, when a larger population or institution could make the difference, it seems they don’t.

hiding. I’m not wearing my identity emblazoned on my chest, and there’s no siren call warning signs in my throat, but I feel honest here. I feel like a battery being recharged. Like an orphan coming home.