Brit Bennett

Sometimes who you were came down to the small things.

This was comfort, no longer wanting anything.

That was the thrill of youth, the idea that you could be anyone.

Sometimes who you were came down to the small things.

But the truth is that when he’d first started hunting hiding people, he’d tried to find his folks. His failure was swift and humiliating; he didn’t know enough about his parents to even

This was his gift, a short memory. A long memory could drive a man crazy.

She suddenly felt that her sister would scream, so she squeezed her hand over Stella’s mouth and seconds later, felt Stella’s hand on her own. Something shifted between them in that moment. Before, Stella seemed as predictable as a reflection. But in the closet, for the first time ever, Desiree hadn’t known what her sister might do.