“We’re all going to die here,” Stevie insisted, pointing at Max. “And it’ll be all your—” Stevie’s rant abruptly stopped and her head dropped forward. After a few seconds, she began to drool. Max looked at Charlie. “What the fuck did you give her?” “Her Xanax. To deal with her panic.” “Are you sure that’s what you gave her? Because you’re not wearing your glasses and she seems to be having a very . . . intense reaction.” Charlie reached down and grabbed the bottle of pills out of her sister’s bag again. She brought the bottle so close, her eyes narrowing into thin slits, that Berg knew Max
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