“Pen!” Lena cries as I pull her into my arms and hold her close. Her wails of grief fill the air and make the hair on the back of my neck stand. I break with her, for her, but there are no outward signs, just unending sympathy and a hate that expands and billows until I feel sick with it. I’ve always hated David, I’ve wished him dead countless times, but I’ve never wanted to make that happen with my own bare hands until now. “Hush, I’m here. I’m here.” “She’s dead, Pen. She’s gone!” she wails,
