“I jolted up. Ophelia stood beside me. Rivulets of muddy water dribbled from her hair onto the carpet. Her eyes were blue-white. Dead eyes. Corpse eyes. She touched the book bag where Dad’s stuff was hidden. “I have remembrances of yours that I have longed long to redeliver . . .” “You what?” I whispered. “I said, what did Pierce do to you that it brought on a fainting spell?” Sadie folded her arms over her pale green bathrobe. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” I wormed up onto my elbows. ...“I’m okay.” “Was it a better day at school?” “I think so. I mean, yes. I don’t know.” “Very confidence-inspiring.” Sadie flicked a strand of shower-wet hair over her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re all right?” “I’m fine. I just have a headache. I always have a headache. I have arms.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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