Hidden Pictures

“Some women don’t want to be mothers, in my opinion. They want children, they want cute pictures to put on Facebook. But do they want the actual experience of mothering?”

I start leaving out platters of blueberries and sunflower seeds, encouraging the animals to join me for breakfast

And when that day comes, this book will be waiting.

I’ll be waiting, too.

All the soft little lights are twinkling, the waterfall sounds like music, and the smell of the flowers is intoxicating—and it’s another perfect moment I can’t bring myself to ruin.

But I’m going to suggest you both be careful. If you start poking your noses into family secrets, someone may bite them off.

Anya isn’t a name, it’s’”— Briggs stops and looks to me.

“The man dug a hole so no one would find her,” he says with a shrug. “But I guess she got out.”

scrambles up the trail

boughs of the tree

fire alarm never went off