But they’ll figure you out soon enough, Miss Morrow. You can’t hide it anymore, can you? You’re fucking broken. You’re batshit, just like your mother.” And I pushed her. I didn’t mean for her to fall. She wasn’t even that close to the edge. But she was drunk, and when she lost her balance, she stumbled. For a split second I thought she was going to recover and lunge for me— Instead she pitched, and dropped, and vanished, screaming the whole way down. Alex died. Alex was dead. I killed her myself.
