Chapter 14

Young Rowan had, of course, imagined the streamers through her hands. The elation in her lungs as she would ride it. And the feeling of the seat between her thighs. She’d gotten the bike, too—but it had been purple rather than pink. It did have streamers, though. It sucked that she only rode it around the neighborhood once before the boys caught on and made fun of her. Then, as her mother would most likely tell her, all those bad feelings had made it so she was no longer a match for the bike. Her body’s shame response—red cheeks, lowered eyes, and pouting lip—made it so the bike no longer fit with her.

Ivy took it. Then Hazel did.