Vivi, the elder at ten, holds her sister’s sweat-wicked hand so tightly that Calla, eight and indignant, cries out in protest. The woods of Deer Creek would always lure Calla in, her dark siren. Tuấn’s handprint on Calla’s skin is as pink as the disappearing horizon. Now he does everything with his left hand. __________________________________From The Seeker of Deer Creek by Thao Thai.