A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter IX My face was blotchy and my eyes were red, stains from my uncountable tears painting themselves over my hot cheeks. Of co...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VI A ring. An old, dusty, all-around beautiful ring had waited for me under a scrap of cloth inside that special drawer. Not even a note from Raymie; I supposed he knew I would find it there if he never got the chance to beat me to it. It had a tiny cluster of dazzling sapphires on each side of the circular diamond, all sitting atop th...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter IV I knelt beside my bed, hands folded, knuckles turning white. We hadn’t expected “Charlie” Jamison Jr. to vanish completely, and the search party had promised to alert me after I’d vowed to pray alone instead of helping. Now I found it a stupid decision. But I wondered where Jamison went for the last five hours. I wondered abou...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter II Somehow, I found myself grinning. My grandmother, who just happened to be the awful Mrs. Chauldings, had come visiting again yesterday. It had already been a week since I cast her out, but she was more persistent than a wild cat watching a field mouse. And all I could do was squeak, because nothing I said came to her ears as actual dialogue...