CHAPTER 1 The black asphalt of the Oak Creek Middle School playground was practically boiling under the relentless mid-September Texas sun. For ten-year-old Leo, every step was …
CHAPTER 1 The sound of a flatline isn't like it is in the movies. It's not a dramatic crescendo. It's just a flat, monotonous hum that sounds like the world giving up. …
CHAPTER 1 The smell of smoke never really leaves your skin. It's been two years since the night the world turned orange and black, but I still wake up with the taste of soot…
