The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

parents had already left my life in a black garbage bag on their porch. My scholarship was gone. My expulsion was permanent.

Snow began to fall as I dragged that garbage bag toward the woods at the edge of town. By midnight, my body was giving up, shaking violently under the meager shelter of a pine tree.

This is it. This is where it ends.

Then I heard continue reading …