Honor was thinking maybe they should, maybe she should have—because she was some kind of dead. Or at least, whatever she was, she wasn’t completely alive. Maybe that gunshot had killed her and she was dead and no one knew it; except for her—she knew it. Her skin was cold, not ice cold, but it certainly wasn’t warm. Her heartbeats were slow, like her heart wasn’t, or didn’t need to be, working as hard as it used to. An urge to laugh hysterically or go on a screaming rampage was bubbling up inside her. What was wrong with her? She sat on the toilet seat in the pink and cream bathroom and stared unseeingly at a framed photograph of a white rose. Hunger and thirst had abandoned her, along with the part of herself she knew. The new Honor was a mystery, like August had said, and also like him, she wasn’t crazy about puzzles, especially ones involving her. If she’d known her life was going to be so drastically altered that last day she went to school, she wouldn’t have gone.
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