Tag: Williamson County

  • CHAPTER FOUR — THE ROOM WHERE THEY BUILT THE LIE

    CHAPTER FOUR — THE ROOM WHERE THEY BUILT THE LIE The steel-gray air of Williamson County never really left my lungs. You breathe it in once, and it stays there, like the taste of blood after a busted lip. That’s the smell I carried in my head as I picture the room where they sat—the…

  • PROLOGUE — I DON’T FUCKING LOSE

    I DON’T FUCKING LOSE. Remember that. Tattoo it in your skull before you flip another page, because it’s the only goddamn thing that kept me alive. This book isn’t polite. It isn’t bedtime reading. It’s not Netflix drama where bad things get wrapped up in forty-five minutes with a laugh track. This is stomach-turn shit.…