Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.

At sixteen and living six point four miles from a town of 1800 people, a car is the only means of independence.

with peaty aromatics, opened,/ and a welcomed sting, swallowed,