“I'm not going to do it again," Lena Marquez whispered to the red purse across the hall from her nestle of blankets. "Never again.” — Aaron Michael Ritchey Copy Share Image
“I'm not going to do it again," Lena Marquez whispered to the red purse across the hall from her nestle of blankets. "Never again.” — Aaron Michael Ritchey Copy Share Image
“Before her parents were killed, Lena hadn't minded school. She had even liked some of her classes. Now school was just watching the clock… — Aaron Michael Ritchey Copy Share Image
