He pictured her holding Milo against her chest two nights ago, looking like an avenging angel about to go into battle. Pictured the way she touched the back of the boys’ necks at dinner, lovingly, as if she could press tenderness into their bodies with just her palm. Pictured the way she read to them, spoke with them, took them for ice cream and bandaged their hurts. He and Claire were meant to burn each other to the ground along with Viola. But Milo and Sebastian didn’t have to be destined to that fate. They had someone who loved them beyond measure, someone who would stab her brother in the
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