Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining

by Scarlett Drake

the mastermind of all my misery.

He looked French or something.

If Caspien is the reason this story exists, then Nathan is the reason I am writing it.

And then, because I was still me, I imagined me with Cas instead.

“I’m yours, Cas,” I told him. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Always. Tell me you know that, tell me.” “I know, Jude,” he replied, soothingly. “I know.”