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Rising, I faced Declan, who sat there still frozen in what I was sure was memories andthe top of his head, I whispered the sa I told hi to make it anyway”

Releasing hi from her eyes like streams

“Forgive hi heartless about this,” I said to her

She said not a word, walking back to the bed and lying down beside her mother’s body

Forgive all of us

DECLAN—AGE 32

“What are you reading now?” I asked, ju on the bed beside Cora

“Wuthering Heights,” she replied, not even looking at me as she read and stuffed a brownie into her mouth

I frowned “Who died?”

“Huh?” She finally tore her gaze away froave me her attention

“Who died?” I asked again “You hate Wuthering Heights You only read it when someone dies So, who died?”

“I do not read it every time—”

“Do you want me to the list times you’ve done it?”

She made a face at me

“Whatever, shh I’rumbled