Sometimes I doodle while listening to my story's playlist to draw out themes and make connections.

Sometimes I doodle while listening to my story's playlist to draw out themes and make connections.


     Three years ago, SKYE's sister ASHTON went ghosting at an eerie house, the resident fired shots, and Ashton came home with a bullet in her head. Though her sister has no memory of the incident, Skye has long been suspicious Ashton pushed things too far that night. Now seventeen, Skye must choose between an acceptance letter from N.Y.U. and an unspoken obligation, that may be partially her own, to enroll at State with her brain-injured sister. Determined to make her sister see it mattered what she did that night, Skye challenges Ashton to help her investigate what really happened.

     Their probe uproots memories of the sisters' relationship before bullets. Skye still resents Ashton, the charismatic cheerleader who deserted her after their parents' divorce, and desperately wants her affection. Dogged by years of silence, Skye begins adding to the memory book Ashton uses to cope with her brain injury, hoping if Ashton has to take responsibility for the kind of person she was, maybe Skye won’t have to. When Ashton begins writing back, the sisters' memories fly back and forth—weapons, dares, and olive branches—with the power to heal the sisters or end them forever.

A Glimpse into My Process

Setting Research



     Krista wants to clear a place in her family where her older brother, Steve, is safe from their father's expectations, where he can build boxes that tell the stories of trees and whittle coyotes that look like the ones they discovered lurking right in high-achieving, suburban Barrington.

     But when Steve takes his football teammates' dare to swim across the river drunk, Krista loses not only her brother, but her safe space.

     Forced to admit her campaigns to save Steve shielded her from their father's one, very narrow ideal way of being, Krista endeavors to save Steve's coyotes and find a safe place where she can take off all her armor.

…I finished it. You see I think that is the mark of someone who really wants to write.
— J. K. Rowling