Digging Graves, Part 2 | Serial Sunday

Digging Graves

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Jannie was the one who pointed out the problem with my first plan. I was ready, so close to getting started that I could smell the coppery scent of blood in the air like pennies on the back of my tongue. At first I lashed out at her. I sent her to her room like a child and pouted over my beautiful, flawed plan.

After a while, though, I got over it. I realized how right she was, and that she was trying to help, not sabotage me out of spite. It hadn’...