“She stared at him. His eyes were glazed, glassy, blazing with triumph behind his glasses, and as his lip curled in a sneer, she felt it happen. Her love for him—whatever shred of it was left—was gone. It had slunk… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.” — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town limits—she'd come from someplace, was going somewhere. Until destiny had stepped into… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“It was there that I wanted, out there somewhere, when I sat elbow-to-elbow with my giggling friends and let my thoughts swirl up and… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“Murder in a small town is always more than a paragraph in the local paper. In a place so insulated, where lives are so… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“So from now on, screw "perfect." Forget for a while about what kind of person you want to be, and just be the best… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“There was not supposed to be blood on the road. That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town limits-- she'd… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, the great big world outside Bridgeton had seemed like Xanadu - miles of golden road lined with smiling people, waiting… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“I'd seen it happen, how hard it was to get out. Every year, one or two kids would visit from college for a long… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“I have learned that knowing where you're going means remembering where you've been. I'm not afraid of what lurks behind me, or ahead.” — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“Our knowledge has no memory. We have always lived here; what we know has always been.” — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“There is no narrative now, no “And then,” only a disjointed series of images. A pile of photographs I’ve flipped through so many times… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
