It’s how you go on that defines you. “Oh, shut up, would you? You’re dead, shut up, shut up!” But a terrible truth is shredding my heart. I’m the girl that cried “wolf.” I’m the one that pressed IYD. I’m the one that didn’t think I could survive the boar on my own. And guess what? I did. I’d driven it away and already been safe by the time Barrons appeared and blasted into it. I hadn’t really been dying after all. He died for me and it hadn’t been necessary. I overreacted. And now he’s dead.
