Her only way home was to betray her friend.
You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.
Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.
It's just the way things are." she shrugged. "It's no one's fault." "Or everyone's.
Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
Becoming pretty doesn't just change the way you look," she said. "No," David said. "It changes the way you think.