Dylan leaned on the kitchen bench, staring out at the darkness, holding onto the bench as though a huge weight was pushing him from behind. There was sweat on his face, and he breathed in deep gasps, as if he were in pain and terrified. He gave a cry: "Juniper!". And then he covered his face with his arms, leaning forward over the running water and the swirl of blood in the sink, and he screamed. This book is written by Sherryl Jordan
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