“I wish sometimes it was you instead of your sister who had died. Olivia was so good. The world would be a better place with her and without you.” One of the girls behind Lara gasped at the cruel words, and Salem braced herself inside, not letting an iota of her internal flinch be reflected outside. It wasn’t like Lara was telling her anything she didn’t tell herself every other day, sometimes twice on the weekends.
