The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken
e shack was filthy, the food scraps. Cletus was always watching me, his eyes making my skin crawl. I thou
de and Pa was sleeping off whatever moonsh
ch other better," he sn
d when he yelped, I shoved him with all my might.
de, gulping the clean, cold air, and ran.
s ached. I could hear C
ere, you li
y face, my city sneakers useless on the uneven ground. I tri
n seconds, yanking
way, huh?" He dragged me
ere, arms crossed. "
sperate, hopeless sound. "Eli Miller! Agnes
just looked
unted, suddenly more ale
clutching at the straw of their
hey ain't got no granddaughters up her
s streaming down my face. "Pl
axe. It was Jake, my cousin. He sometimes did odd jobs for folks out
f flooding me. "Jake, i
– dirty, bruised, my hair matted. He didn't re
here?" he asked
erson said smoothly. "Claims she's
– confusion? Doubt? Then he shook his head. "Don't know her.
of hope died. I
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