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The people you love weren’t calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.
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But sometimes remembering isn’t for yourself; sometimes you do it just to make someone else smile.
“That’s because you’re a judgmental prepubescent boy who still thinks little people live inside traffic lights.”
As Pip watched them play-fighting, she couldn’t help but wonder whether the Singhs ever laughed like that anymore. Or the Bells.
Maybe laughter was one of the very first things you lost after something like that.
Eighteen months later a court order was filed and Andie Bell was declared dead in absentia, based on the circumstances surrounding her disappearance. Andie Bell’s death certificate was issued.*9 Despite her body never having been located, she has now been legally declared dead.
They were each other’s crutch to lean on when life got too much to carry alone.
Cara’s wasn’t the face of a best friend; it was the face of a sister.
I just overheard some stuff when she was here. I figured she didn’t have the best relationship with her dad. I can’t remember anything specifically.
At 9:01 p.m., Sal texted her: im not talking to you till youve stopped.
“Well, if you’d killed someone,” she said, “you’d scrub yourself down multiple times, fingernails included, right? Especially if you were lying about alibis and making fake calls to look innocent, wouldn’t you think to wash the frickin’ blood off your hands so you don’t get caught red-handed, literally?”
“Yeah, Sal definitely wasn’t that stupid.” “And of course his fingerprints would be found in her car; he was her boyfriend,” said Pip. “Fingerprints can’t be accurately dated.” “And hiding the body?” Ravi leaned forward. “I’ve always thought that was a stretch. If she’s buried in the woods somewhere, how did Sal have time to dig a hole well enough that she’s never been found? OK, so he had time, but was it enough for that?” “Or any other way of disposing of a body,” Pip added. “And yet this is the path of least resistance, the story everyone believes.” “It is, supposedly,” she said. “Until you
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I’m not sure I’m the good girl I once thought I was. I’ve lost her along the way.
He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He’d told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves before her Columbia interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.
