defied everything I thought I knew. She spoke of the mudslide, of the terrifying roar of the earth, and the cold, dark water that had pulled her away. But she hadn’t drowned. She had been swept miles downstream, tossed onto a remote bank where she was found by a reclusive couple living off the grid. She had been badly injured, her memory a fractured mess of pain and confusion.
For months, she had lived in a haze, cared for by the couple who had their own reasons for avoiding the
