“But when, a long time later, Felix turned the final page, he knew there was more to this story than names. In it was a mother whose death broke her children's hearts. There were kind fathers, like Lizzie's, and ones… — Emma Carroll Copy Share Image
“I didn't wave my daisy. I felt small, the way an ant must feel looking up at a field of wildflowers. I was nothing. I was trapped below flowers, buried under them, while girls like Lizzie Lovett danced overhead. That… — Chelsea Sedoti Copy Share Image
