Prologue
If I'd have to have chosen my way to die, this certainly wouldn't have been it. I'd have liked to have died old and wrinkly and with some husband by my side. But fate had other plans for me, and I wasn't even going to make it to my eighteenth birthday.
Alice had begged me not to go, that I was her best friend. She'd seen something, just before I left, but I was too angry to care. I'd bear it no longer; I needed to get out.
Out of the confining spaces of that open, bright home.
That was my second mistake.
The first was falling in love with that golden angel.