by Cassady Rhodes (Author)

IN 1960sSMALL-TOWN AMERICA, DIFFERENT MEANS BROKEN-AND BROKEN PEOPLE ARE CAST ASIDE.

By nine, l'd already learned how silence could kill.

Mama said she'd be right back.

I waited for days, but she never returned.

When I found her, her body had already turned cold.

I was left alone in the wreckage. Nobody came. Nobody cared.

I walked until my feet split open, until I found Pop, the old man who tried to piece me back together.

He gave me safety... almost.

Yet the fear I'd buried forged cages that even Pop's love couldn't break.

Now the locked doors hold me captive.

These poisoned pills steal whole months.

And the voice only I can hear won't stop. Taunting. Clawing.

Waiting for me to snap.

Time is running out. If I want freedom, I'll have to face the one thing I fear most-my own mind.

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