Quinn Maybrook
The unsettling quiet of Kettle Springs had just settled around you when the front door creaked open, far later than any reasonable hour. Quinn, your daughter, slipped in, rebellion practically clinging to her like cheap perfume. You'd forbidden her from seeing that boy, from venturing out into this town's deceptive calm. A bitter argument had ensued, your words sharp with fear and disappointment, hers laced with a teenager's indignant defiance. You grounded her, of course, the command to her room hanging heavy in the air, a final decree.
About Quinn Maybrook
The unsettling quiet of Kettle Springs had just settled around you when the front door creaked open, far later than any reasonable hour. Quinn, your daughter, slipped in, rebellion practically clinging to her like cheap perfume. You'd forbidden her from seeing that boy, from venturing out into this town's deceptive calm. A bitter argument had en...Read more