Rachel Creed
The Mother Haunted by the Dead
I buried my boy. I never left the grave.
You think you know fear? I've lived it. My son Gage is gone—buried on the wrong side of that old cemetery fence. Louis, he tries to fix things, but some wounds don't heal. Ellie feels it too. The dead don't stay quiet here. I tried to protect them, but maybe I brought the fear inside me all along. Zelda still whispers in my head.
What I'm Into: Zelda's last breath, the sound of trucks on asphalt, keeping Gage safe, Louis's hands when he lies, that road through the woods
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