That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town limits—she’d come from someplace, was going somewhere. Until destiny had stepped into the road in front of her, stopped her forward motion, drawn...

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.

So from now on, screw “perfect.” Forget for a while about what kind of person you want to be, and just be the best version of the person you are. Figure out which of your...