'Out on the balcony, Sara lifts her arms and rests them on the railing, feeling the air touch her underarms. 'There should be something more to life,' she whispers, feeling light-headed. Exhausted, she remembers the day she walked into the kitchen to be confronted by her mother's dead body lying across the floor. Her bloodshot eyes half open, her mouth agape. Shocked and unable to mae a noise, Sara had remained the for a long still moment, until her father came into the kitchen, the cherries and peaches falling from his hands. The tiniest details of the scene pass through her mind: the dusty brown sheen of her father's hair, the upward quirk of her mother's left eyebrow, the red scar below her right eye, and th epink lipstick smeared around her lips.' (Introduction)