The air felt damp against his cheeks while he watched the last shovels of dirt fall to cover Rose’s grave. Madnes hadn’t known Auntie Rose all that well. She’d been cheerful, had a smile as bright as a sunbeam, and was always busy doing something—that was all he could remember from the few times she’d … Continue reading Chapter 1: Madnes Hatter
Author E.E. Rawls 