It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.