“I don’t want to die,” Eris says, her voice small. “I’m scared.” “Don’t worry,” I murmur into her, holding her tight. Fighting to keep a tremor out of my words. “Hey. Remember when you told me about how we were all going to live next door to one another? Somewhere quiet. With a porch.” Her fingers tighten around my arms, breath coming quick and shallow. “Can you picture it for me, Eris?” I whisper, heart breaking in my chest. “It’s summer, and it’s warm. I make a stupid joke and you threaten me for it. The sun goes down. We sleep in the next day. I’ll make the bed. I’ll make you breakfast. If
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