All the Little Lights

by Jamie McGuire

She’s proven it over and over.

is her mum murdering guests? and Presley?

The parents began to boo Elliott, too.

what the fuck?

“Oh my God,” Mrs. Mason whispered from behind me. “How many are there?” “How many of what?” I asked, feeling more confused by the second. “Seven,” Catherine said, helping Mavis to her feet. “Mrs. Mason, this is . . . this is Poppy. She’s Duke’s daughter, and she’s five.”

riiiiight