“Stacey Graves,” she finally gets out, batting her deer eyelashes. “That was the paper you wanted me to read, right?” “All of them can save your life,” Jade mumbles. “But that little girl,” Letha says. “What I’m—why is she so important, I guess that’s what I’m asking.” “Because whoever’s doing this is probably dressing up like—” “To you, I mean. I read your letter six times, standing by the mailbox. By the end I was crying.”
