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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017
Copyright © Karin Slaughter 2017
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Excerpt from letter “To A” – Flannery O’Connor
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Source ISBN: 9780008150761
Ebook Edition © July 2017 ISBN: 9780008150785
Version: 2018-09-24
“… what you call my struggle to submit … is not struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly, with joy. Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy—fully armed too as it’s a highly dangerous quest.”
–Flannery O’Connor
Contents
What Really Happened to Charlie
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Samantha Quinn felt the stinging of a thousand hornets inside her legs as she ran down the long, forlorn driveway toward the farmhouse. The sound of her sneakers slapping