But it’s a fitful sleep that she has, one full of terrible dreams of twisted metal, and Blair lying dead on his hospital bed, covered in gauze but with oil and car paint streaked on his skin. She tries waking him, knowing that it’s no use as she vigorously shakes his lifeless corpse. Her tears fa...
Not so much someone, but something. Jessica and I could stay in the same room without ever saying a word. We didn’t need to speak. We were connected somehow like that. I used to hate my dad for sending me away to protect her, it was only after he visited me that I learnt it was to protect eve...