Colby Conrad looked up from the small map she was holding. Ahead, her mother, Fern, fiddled with her phone, an old, clunky thing with two cracks running through the middle of the screen. “Any luck?” Colby asked, letting her backpack slide off her shoulders and fall to the ground with a thud. Fern shook her […]
We are always looking for the book it is necessary to read next.