Kylee

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Realization sinks into me like a knife. “Ophelia—” She fits so much emotion in four tiny letters. “Don’t.” “How long ago?” I can’t see her face through her hair. “Four years.” Four years. She was sixteen or seventeen. A giant lump of emotion clogs my throat. “Fuck, Ophelia.” She turns away, filling a plastic kettle and putting it on to boil. “Please just don’t.” “Have you been alone here for twenty-four days?” “I’ve been alone here for four years,” she whispers, putting two tea bags in two mugs. “Sorrowsong was the first time I’d left this town since…since it happened.”
Nightshade (Sorrowsong University, #1)
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