So let’s raise our glasses to the accident season,
To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,
To the bruises and the secrets, To the ghosts in the
ceiling,
One more drink for the watery road.
The "exquisite corpse" poem written by the heroine, her sister, her ex-stepbrother and her best friend in the novel. It is creepy, disturbing and perfect for the themes the story slowly unravels as it progresses. Secrets; lots of dark secrets.
