Miss Marva's driving technique was at best creative, and at worst she was an accident waiting to happen.

“Although Annabelle couldn’t see his face, she heard the note of quiet warning i…”

“You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of …”

“Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.”

“Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and somet…”