Quotes by : Amy Efaw

Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows....

And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much....

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas....

A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink....