From Ashes: My Unclaimed Life

Carters had lost almost everything. Their h

ees, offered little hope. The floo

le in the cramped FEMA trailer they

e evening, the words tasting like ash. "Britt. S

, honey, that girl... she' s not right in the head.

flood?" Susan whispered, her eye

had an

g bills. Rebuilding seemed impossible. Staying in Oakhaven felt li

nally, his voice rough. "There's

ling in her eyes. "But where w

s in her voice. Britt' s taunt echoed in her mind:

Britt was right a

emembering articles from the school library. "Place

eed of an idea, bo

t a flicker of something – not hope, not y

eated. "North Caroli

ening up a little. "A completely

m the memories. Away from the l

ow but fierce, "then we'll build a new one. On

fusal to be a victim in Brit

pennies on the dollar. The shell of their ho

prisingly easy. There were too man

didn't look back. She focused on the road ahead, towards a c

terri

, strangely