By Sara J. Henry
Troy probability returns in one other riveting novel from the writer of the severely acclaimed studying to Swim
*Anthony Award nominee for most sensible Novel
Freelance author Troy probability is snapping images of the Saranac Lake wintry weather Carnival ice palace whilst the ice-cutting desktop falls silent. Encased within the frozen lake is the shadowy define of a body--a guy she knows.
A lurid information tale is going viral, throwing suspicion on certainly one of Troy's housemates. Troy is assigned to write down an in-depth characteristic at the useless guy, who seems to be the son of a filthy rich Connecticut family members enjoying at a blue-collar existence during this Adirondack village. As Troy digs deeper into his existence and mysterious death--working along with his bereaved sister, reclusive female friend, and beneficial neighbor--a string of incidents makes it transparent anyone doesn't wish the research to continue.
What Troy discovers threatens to shatter the serenity of those mountain cities, and she or he needs to come to a decision which relations secrets and techniques will be uncovered, and the way a long way her personal loyalty can reac
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.