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“We grow together in this garden.”
“The point is, we find ways to hold on to who we were. In hopes it will keep us from becoming someone else.” She swallows. “Does it work?” “No. But sometimes it softens the blow.”
“Mia Carlotta,” she pleads softly, “will you—” Sabine snaps her neck. The crack echoes in the stairwell. “Too late.”
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She knows now that she is being hunted. She cannot stop. She cannot rest.
And then, the girls begin to disappear.
“Oh!” she says, the small gems winking as she lifts it. “Think of all the bo—” But the word dies on her lips. The sweater falls. There is no cry, no sob, no drawn-out death. Penny simply stiffens as the silver handle drives through her back, her ribs, her heart. And then the life goes out of her.
“For fuck’s sake, Lottie,” snaps Ezra. “Either these girls’ lives matter more than your need for love, or they don’t.”
“If you kill Sabine, you’ll sever it. And you’ll go back to being what you were before.”
What did Mum used to say?” A sigh. “I know, you don’t remember … something about tired minds being good soil for bad thoughts. How the best thing you can do is go to bed. Bet I’ll wake up, and feel brand new.”
She remembers, and then she turns in Sabine’s arms, and looks up into her eyes, and drives the jagged piece of slate between her ribs. Into her heart.
