When I was little, I always imagined myself as a crane. In Asia, the crane is a symbol of happiness and eternal youth. And when my mother used to play hide and seek with me, I'd embody the crane and stand or sit very still until she gave up trying to find me and quit the game. I thought I was a crane because we moved around a lot, just how the bird migrates to different places. My father hated staying in the same house for more than two years. He always said it was because we needed a "change of scenery".
Cranes were calm, cool, and collected. Like me.
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Found #2
Mystery / ThrillerIn the second book of the Stolen series, Sienna Ross has finally gotten home after being in captivity with another girl. She's left more confused and damaged than ever, knowing the manipulation and lies that were revealed being there. Will Sienn...
