“Sometimes I felt just like those trees, rooted in mud with no escape, while my life sat in a car and passed me by.” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share Image
If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to her. She heard a growl of an engine and shut her eyes, afraid to see what the future… — Sara Shepard Copy Share Image
