“She had crept away from his bed, leaving him asleep across the jumbled sheets. She'd closed the bathroom door softly behind her. Standing naked before the mirror, she'd stared at the girl she saw there. At the disheveled hair and… — Amy Efaw Copy Share Image
“Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“The woman types everything into her computer, raising her eyebrows slightly at Devon's middle name. "Devon Sky Davenport," she repeats. "Sky? S-k-y?" "Yes," Devon… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“Devon stares at him standing there, remembering the only other guy had ever opened a car door for her. Last summer. The sky was… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“Just because you don't say much doesn't mean people don't notice you. It's actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There's… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“My mind/a twist of clutter/ as i lie in bed imagining my life/ I watch the shadows on the ceiling./Memories sail across my eyes.… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“She had crept away from his bed, leaving him asleep across the jumbled sheets. She'd closed the bathroom door softly behind her. Standing naked… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“Her keeper jersey; she thinks of it now. The number 1 on its back. A lonely number. Only one goalkeeper on the field. Only… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“Sir... I... don't want... to... be... here," I said between sobs. There, I'd said it. Now everyone would be happy- Cadet Daily, my mother...… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“Devon? Are you okay?" For the first time, Dom's voice sounds unsure. Devon sats nothing, not one word. She pushes herself up. She slides… — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.” — Amy Efaw Copy Share
“She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.” — Amy Efaw Copy Share
