juniper & thorn by ava reid
โthere was something sick in me, something wrong. even baby birds knew how to shriek, even kittens knew how to mewl, even puppies knew how to whine. papa had told me i hadnโt even cried when heโd pulled me from between my motherโs thighsโฆ my eldest sister was right; i would smile blithely if someone tried to saw off my leg. but no one had ever told me that i was allowed to scream.โ
















