The air in Oakhaven was different from Chicago. That was the first thing Jude...
"Keep the window down," Mama said from the driver's seat. She was humming something, but it wasn't a song. It was the sound she made when she was trying not to think. Jude pressed his forehead against the warm glass and watched Oakhaven pass by. The buildings were old—older than anything in Chicago, older than anything in the whole world, probably. They were painted in colors that had faded to...
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