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Supervision ALISON STINE HarperVoyager An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2015 Copyright © Alison Stine 2015 Cover photographs © Shutterstock.com; Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015. Alison Stine asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Digital eFirst: Automatically produced by Atomik ePublisher from Easypress. Ebook Edition © April 2015 ISBN: 978-0-00-811359-9 Version: 2015-03-09
For my mom, who taught me how to read—and for Henry, who is a Story
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 8: Wickedness and Snares
CHAPTER 17: The Gift at the Table
CHAPTER 21: Great-granddaughter
Acid walked away the day he told me that he loved me. He said those three little words, whispered them, and then the teacher slammed her hand on my desk, making me turn around and sit up straight and pretend to pay attention. By the time I glanced back, he had slipped out of the doorway into the hall, skipping class again. I sat in the back at school. I felt different than everyone else. I wore different clothes. My school didn’t require a uniform, but I kind
