I knew firsthand just how ironclad the bond was between souls bound together by trauma. I’d watched a normal childhood friendship between girls blossom into a relationship the likes of which I’d never seen ’til I moved to Entrance and watched King with Mute, Boner with Curtains, Harleigh Rose and Lila, Cress and Lou, Zeus and Bat, and Bat and Dane. Some friendships would never die, even when you buried them alive, and I knew in my gut Cleo and Mei’s was one of them.
