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“Yeah, yeah.” I mutter, settling in and opening up my literary damnation again. “I’ll go grab some later.”
“And remember what I said, Flynn!”
The door slams shut behind him, and I stare at the page, whispering to myself as the words start to float around it. “Which part?”
Thestay away from herpart? That part where we’re both very much aware that she’s twenty-four karat while I’m fucking gold-plated? Or the part where she’s the girl who came out of a kidnapping and asked to be reminded that the world is worth saving?
That the pangolin survived…just like she did.
Because I’m definitely forgetting one of those things, and Ollie’s going to be fucking pissed when he finds out which.
Now I just need to look up what the fuck a pangolin even is.
Maybe it’ll help me make her smile again.
Chapter Nineteen
OPHELIA - MARCH 2013
“Ophelia.”
“Ollie! Ollie! Please get up! Ollie!”
“O!”
“Ollie! Wake up!”
“What the fuck happened?!”
Crash.
Click. Click. Click.
“Noth–nothing!”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,”
“I don’t know!”
“Just take a breath and go to sleep.”
No, no, no—no take-backs. No take-backs.
“No–no–I don’t know! We were on our way to…”
Please, please, please, you can’t leave me, please—
“I was teasing her! That’s it! I pulled her hair!”
“Just breathe, Ophelia.”
I can’t.
“Ophelia….”
No–no–no–no—
“Ophelia, Ophelia…”
