THIS BOOK WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS DAMSELFLY.
Cora stared at her son's face but didn't see his eyes were glassy and fixed, the pupils large. She didn't notice his bluish hands and bare feet or see the inflexibility of his small body. Her own hands were stiff claws grasping him, and Jesse swallowed again and again trying to dislodge the wet lump stuck there, trying to speak when there was nothing good to say; words couldn't change anything. When...