“We're quiet then, quiet enough that I can hear the books around me creaking in their shelves, rustling their pages, stretching their spines, as if they have something to add to the conversation. Which some of them probably do.” — Katie Williams Copy Share Image
“Or will she appear down below, a pale blinking girl in the dark lake of the parking lot?” — Katie Williams Copy Share Image
“People want to believe bad things, I tell myself, glaring around at my classroom. They want to believe the most shocking story. They see… — Katie Williams Copy Share Image
“We're quiet then, quiet enough that I can hear the books around me creaking in their shelves, rustling their pages, stretching their spines, as… — Katie Williams Copy Share Image
