CHAPTER 2
Later that night, Kimmie stared out the window in the bedroom she shared with Pip and listened to her brother’s gentle snoring. A full harvest moon rose through her window, providing enough light that she could still see the white tips of the mountains behind the trailer. As a child, Kimmie always loved that first sprinkling of snow on the mountain peaks — the termination dust that signaled the end of summer, the start of a new school year.
She’d been a good student. Even after her widowed mother moved them from Anchorage and into Chuck’s trailer when Kimmie was a teen, she had managed to keep up her grades. The Glennallen high school was small, just a little more than two dozen in her class, but Kimmie had been popular enough and respected. She learned how to pretend well enou
