Chapter ONE - Weebly

that.”
Bett stared at the dead girl for a long time, chewing
her lip; he remembered that from when she was young.
She and Ethan had never gotten along, even as children.
He and Susannah, on the other hand, had been
inseparable, which probably had made matters worse
for their middle sister. Bett had always been so serious,
so righteous, far more like their father than their mother.
She even looked like Ellis. She had his straight brown
hair, his dark blue eyes, his square, handsome face.
Susannah was Sarah’s daughter in every respect. Not
only did she resemble their mother; she also had
Sarah’s sharp wit and hearty laugh. Ethan had always
felt a kinship to both of them. But except for the scars
he now bore, he looked just like Bett and just like their
father. Throughout his life he had thought this ironic,
though he couldn’t help thinking that those who knew
him best—Kannice, Diver, Henry—wouldn’t have seen
the irony. They thought him grave, even ill-tempered at
times, and they were right. The years had left him far
more like Bett and his father than he had been in his
youth.