Sarah Maine

On her journey north, she had pressed her face to the train window, telling herself that this trip would mark a watershed, a new beginning. This was where she would take back control and focus her energies. But somehow it had felt more like a flight, or an escape from something...

“He started goading me, you know the way he does, all insinuation and sly remarks to which you can't respond. P.351”
― Sarah Maine, Women of the Dunes