“Alex begged me not to, and I cut the rope anyway.” Ellis takes in a shallow audible breath. Her hand is still on my arm, at least—she hasn’t recoiled in disgust. “I don’t understand,” she says. And neither do I. Neither do I. My breath shudders in my chest, and I turn away so she won’t see my tears. Ellis’s hand tightens on my arm, and she moves back into my line of sight until I have no choice but to look at her. “I don’t understand,” she says again. “Alex didn’t die on a mountain. She died here, at school. She drowned.”
ohhhhhh shiittttttt unreliable narrator time
