I was seven years old when I decided to stop loving my sister. I had my reasons.
Something happened the summer Claire Morrison turned seven-something she’s never told anyone. Not her husband. Not her therapist. Not Sarah, the sister who spent three decades reaching for her and getting nothing back.
Claire told herself the walls kept her safe. She told herself feeling nothing was better than feeling too much. She told herself she had time.
She was wrong about all of it.
In Pieces is a novel about the lies we survive on-and what happens when we finally stop running.