She did not have to play at being angry. Her father and sister had disappeared, and soon Parnella would disappear, and it didn’t matter how hard Ophelia worked to stop it or how tightly she clung.

“Of course I’m upset!” Ophelia yelled, rounding about on her heels in a violent swing. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way, Maman, and part of that’s your fault. You dying doesn’t change that, but… it’s not fair, because I can’t even be mad at you, because you’re dying, and there’s nothing else I can do.”

She was helpless, powerless, and unable to control anything. She was going to be alone. The last one left.

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