I see you sitting slumped on the floor of your room. You feel like such a lonely dork, sitting out the prom. You kind of are, but that’s okay. Your friend who asked you said people predicted the rest of your life you’ll regret not going.
One year ago today, my brother told us they’d left for the hospital. Baby Lilly was on the way.
We never expected the emotional roller coaster that followed.
In the sequel, The Divide, she digs deeper, striking nerve after raw nerve, both entwining readers to the unforgettable characters while holding up a mirror to show us what we’d be without the mysterious “consisting element” that keeps all our lives from spinning into oblivion.
He flipped the phone to the couch, his head pounding. God, why does he bug me so much? What do I do? I hate how I hate him, but I can’t stop. He doesn’t care about my forgiveness, so how can I forgive?
I smiled and didn’t tell him his friend was also the craftsman of our family paddle. “Yes, Daniel. Brother Joe gave that belt to David Alan a long time ago. Did you know he’s in heaven now?”
Dan gasped. “He is?” I nodded. For once, Dan was silent – for a minute. Then, “I don’t think I’ll go to heaven when I die.”
Suddenly the bus pulled to a stop on Pine Mountain Road. Jo Evelyn frowned. No children lived here.
I had it all played out. Hordes of rioters would loot and burn the cities and then turn to the countryside. To us. I constantly imagined where we would hide. How we would survive. I canned shelves of vegetables and bought staples in bulk, imagining how my foresight might save our lives.