Jesse Vilinsky
Author
Language
English
Description
We live in a close-knit community. Thirty houses surrounding a square of garden that is perfect for our kids. We congregate here on major holidays, each family bringing a plate and sharing food and conversation. It's in the garden that I first met her. The woman who would worm her way into my family and piece-by-piece tear it apart...
I should have known something was wrong from the very beginning. She seemed perfect in so many ways: she floated...