In Fiasco, Kentucky, there is one rule: never fall for a Foxx brother. Any woman who did, ended up dead—or so the rumor goes. Townies call it a curse. But I’ve lived it, and I won’t survive it again.
The haunted foster boy turned jaded owner of a whiskey distillery doesn't recognize me as the little girl he used to read to when he hires me. So I don't tell him.
