When I felt truly lost--which was most of the time--I went out to the narrow lot and sat down in the weeds. From there I could observe both houses. After all, I had two eyes, didn't I? Two nostrils, two arms, two knobby knees. The trouble was, I had only one heart. Growing up in False River, Mississippi, Clea Shine learned early that a small town is no place for big secrets. Having fled years ago in the wake of a tragedy and now...
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