Chapter 14

EPILOGUE — Eighteen Years Later They tell this story about me at the house on Cedar Hill. They tell it every year, on the ninth of December, which is my mother's death day and my birthday and, awkwardly, Aunt Vanessa's birthday too. We don't do candles. We do lemon cake, and everybody gets a middle slice with a frosting flower, and nobody is allowed to say "I'm fine" at that table. House rule. My name is Wren Hale. I was born on a bedroom floor to a woman who nobody believed. I've heard...