But I didn’t do those things. Not really. Not when I’m still stuck at the end of that hallway. Not when Cassie is the one who left me there. Rage pools inside me until I can swim in it. There are more words I want to say, but I swallow them back, pick up my spoon, and force a smile. “It’s OK. It’s been a stressful few days.”
Fuck I wanna know the back story so bad
I think Cassie is a serial killer and Lenora a pyromaniac
