“I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’ve been doing all this time. But I’ve seen how you finish his sentences, and how he knows what you’re about to say before you say it: like you’re twins with a secret language. I see the way you look at each other—not like you want to get under each other’s clothes, but like you want to get under each other’s skin. I think it’s really pretty simple, Dawn: who do you want with you, when your time runs out?”
