(Author’s note: As with the last posted chapter, this section skips ahead so as to not reveal plot elements. The following is from Part One, Chapter Eleven, in which Sam and Pacy travel to Sistersville, West Virginia to escape a series of mysterious developments in their lives back in Pittsburgh)
I was three years old. My mom was washing a pan in the sink. Early summer sunlight streamed into the windows through the branches of redwoods that stood next to our house. . .