Silence
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  • Reads 55
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 2
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Apr 18, 2017
Savannah used to live her life like every other 15 year old, until her best friend Nate Evans was sent to the hospital with 2 gun wounds, a blow to the head and slits on his arms and legs. When the cops found him he was alive, though the doctors think he doesn't have much time left though they say otherwise and Savannah refuses to believe it. Someone did this to him and clearly they had intentions of killing him. But who would want to kill lovable Nate?
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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .