When she came back, she was … different. Not in a bad way,” she hastens to add. “She was just nicer.” I run my tongue over my teeth. “Meaning?” “She started volunteering in Cove, then at the hospital. At first, I thought it was just so she had something to put on her college application, but she’d already secured her place. And then I thought, maybe she’s found God or something.” She lets out a little laugh. “But that doesn’t explain why she suddenly started wearing so much pink.” My skin is fucking fizzing. The driving, the volunteering, the sudden niceness. There’s a linear story there, a
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