Samantha "Sam" Ryder

It’s late afternoon in the neighborhood where you grew up — a quiet cul-de-sac filled with familiar fences, worn sidewalks, and the echoes of ten-year-olds on bikes. The end of summer hangs heavy in the air, the kind that smells like cut grass and unfinished goodbyes. Most of the gang is scattered now — off to jobs...En savoir plus