Sunlight drifted through the array of multi-colored leaves that still clung to the ancient maple. The pale rays of Autumn sun glittered against the dark marble headstones, sending tiny rainbows dancing through the air as the beams bounced off the small fragments of white and silver that peppered the black stones. Each stone contained a name; names that a stranger would not recognize; names that belonged to the two people I needed most in this twisted world:
The names of my mother and father.
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Against All Odds
Teen FictionHow do you handle the demons of your past, when you can barely face the evil of the present? Can a heart ever be made whole again after tragedy tears apart everything that you've ever known? How do you react when falling apart leads to falling in...
