“In a small town, unexplained tragedy can only go so long before it grows teeth, sprouts sharp claws, and turns, snarling, on its own self. Before fragments of gossip become rumors, and the rumors become suspicions. Before neighbors start eyeing… — Kat Rosenfield Copy Share Image
“An anonymous death in a small town, that’s a different thing. It makes people uneasy. They stop gossiping, talk only with trusted friends, or—realizing that nobody can truly be trusted—they don’t talk at all. Instead of settling in the streets… — 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
