GENRE: MG SECRET
Gray. That was the color of Terwilliger, New Hampshire. Toby Harris sat in the back seat of the lawyer’s car, leaning her forehead against the window, straining for a glimpse of a bright-red cardinal. Nothing. She'd expected the piles of snow, the buildings shouldering packs of ice, but this was ridiculous. Not even Ashford, the city where Toby and her mother met the lawyer, was this colorless. At least in Ashford she’d seen cardinals flying around, and green pine trees that had soldiered their way through winter. But as they drove into Terwilliger, things changed in a spooky, ugly way.
Gray shadowed everything—from the flat, steely sky to the brittle trees to the whiskers of dead grass visible between melting mounds of snow. Not even the evergreens were green. Something was seriously wrong with the land here.
Terwilliger looked like it had died, and had been dead a long time.