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Isabel Conklin is sitting in the passenger seat of a beat-up truck that smells of burnt leather, a remnant of the arson it survived two weeks prior. She’s beat up, too, violet bruises blooming on her knees. At least, she tells herself, glancing toward the boy at the wheel, they match his.
Conrad Fisher would kill a man for her. In fact, he almost did.
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(or: Belly Conklin is privileged, and the beach house is hers. Conrad Fisher lives and works on his family's peach orchard. She still loves him, chooses him. His demons, too.)