Mom looked down at me, her eyes not just glittering but snapping with fire, like two Fourth of July sparklers. "We're just alike, me and Aura." And, you know, back then, the idea of that didn't scare the absolute hell out of me. Fifteen-year-old Aura Ambrose has been hiding a secret. Her... read more
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