“I don’t want to be your friend,” Helena said coldly. “Your sister is dead. You betrayed us all for a corpse.” “I know!” Ivy’s voice rang with grief as she whirled to face Helena, face pale, eyes bright. “I know, but I couldn’t—I couldn’t let her be dead. I thought—” Her face crumpled. “—I told myself she was just hurt, but she would come back. But she doesn’t. She—can’t. Even if she did, she would never forgive me for all this. Would she?” Helena felt no sympathy.
helena’s completely lost me with this.
