" A truck turned the corner and rumbled its way over to our house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots thudded against the asphalt, then crunched across the gravel that covered our front yard. “Howdy,” he said. I "

― E.M. Tippetts , Someone Else's Fairytale (Someone Else's Fairytale, #1)