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The fact that I’d never see that look again—and the fact that it was my fault—was an ache I knew would never go away.
Opening up your heart is messy—and risky. But keeping your heart locked is risky, too.
I learned that it didn’t actually matter whether you kept your heart open or locked. Twisted metal and broken glass sliced through it either way. So did loss.
“Rayna was a staff member here. Years ago,” Jennifer finally began. “She went missing,” she added stiffly. “Her body was never recovered.”
I would have cried tears of joy to trade the past two days for a chance to face off with a bear instead of these two monsters.
“You’re her,” I whispered, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “You’ve been here for four years. Everyone thinks a bear killed you.”
Oh shit
She terrified me, that was true, but she also made my heart hurt. Because regardless of the fact that she was intent on holding me prisoner here, there was no doubt in my mind that she was a prisoner too.
“Stay away from Freddy.”
Girl don’t nobody want that nasty muthafucka
“Opening up your heart is messy—and risky. But keeping your heart spotless is risky too,”
“Mary is dead.”
PERIOD POOH!!
A rabbit pendant, identical to the ones she’d given Brent and me right before the race. For luck. For speed. For the reminder that no matter what happened, we’d already won.
