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THIRTEEN

Greta slept, exhaustion shutting down every cell in her body.
In the early morning, when she rolled over and heard Ash’s
slow breathing, she woke like a flash of light. A door inside of
her cracked open, and her brain jammed its foot in the space.
She lay in the dark and followed one spidery thought to the

next. They all led back to the same place: How could she do it
without Ash?
Impossible to continue as before, now that Ash had
beaten up Dylan in front of the whole school. If they didn’t
know it before, they’d know now that she was Ash’s sister.
She needed a truce, and it had to come from the top. Rachel?
Dylan and Matt would never forgive Greta, but Rachel had a
way of reining them in. Maybe she could advocate for Greta,
quell the uprising. And Rachel had always seemed uncom-

fortable with the way things sat between them. Maybe a small
opening still existed. They’d been friends once.
Greta pulled her phone toward the bed, tugging on the
charger cord. She hid the bright screen under her blanket,

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