“She prunes the idea away like a faded rose blossom, and quickly discards it as if the thorns might puncture her resolve.” — Beth Neff Copy Share Image
“Sarah wonders if whatever secrets Grace is protecting feel the same as her own, sometimes just fuzzy and ticklish, like a littler of kittens… — Beth Neff Copy Share Image
“Then Cassie told her story. The feeling was like gathering up everything she's ever done or felt or known up to that moment and… — Beth Neff Copy Share Image
“She prunes the idea away like a faded rose blossom, and quickly discards it as if the thorns might puncture her resolve.” — Beth Neff Copy Share Image
