Snowflakes

by Ruth Ware

It never became easy, but like the frog in the pan, you can get accustomed to almost anything.

“By the skin of our teeth,” Father said afterward, though I never did understand what he meant, because teeth have no skin. They are hard and white like bone. Did he mean that we did not get away completely?

There were some truths too terrible to tell, some things it was better not to know.