Prologue

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Halloween 2009


"I didn't do it!", I scream, blood coating my hands, the thick red liquid sinking into my

 fingernails. The two policemen ignore my pleas and continue to handcuff me- my body pushed

 against the back of the cop car. "Mom! I didn't do it!" My mother's doe eyes are filled with tears,

 but she turns away from me to hide her face in my prick of a father's chest. A beer in his hands

 and an arm around her, he stands there emotionless not caring that his son has been murdered

 and his other son is being faced with those charges. He pushes my mother off him and begins

 his drunken stride over to the cop, leaning against the passenger side door. "He ain't right in the

 head," he slurs to the cop, tapping his finger on his temple. I turn my head to face him with a

 face of pure hatred. I pull all the spit from my mouth before launching at his disgusting fucking

 face. "You're no son of mine," he scoffs, walking past my inconsolable mother on her knees and

 into the house. I didn't do this; I didn't do this to Julian. The cop pushes and pulls me against

 my fight to give my mother one last hug, but ultimately throws me into the back seat of the cop

 car, and there is only one remaining thought in my mind. Will my caged little dove learn to fly?


"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware of the man you think you know"

-Catherine Fisher


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