TWENTY-TWO
“PANDORA,” TESS SAID. The word from the card. She turned to them again. “Who is Pandora?”
“You are Pandora, Tess,” Danny said.
“Me?”
H was frowning at her. Unable to believe her presence or unconvinced of her identity? Tess could identify with either possibility.
“She who will destroy the world,” Danny muttered. “Temptress.”
Oh, God, he’d told her. He’d used that word when they were… She was Pandora.
“Carrie’s really gone?” H asked.
Grief might take time to catch up with him. The last letter from her mother was still in one of the trailer’s nightstands. At least, she thought it was, Danny could have put it anywhere. Handing the letter to H, given what it said, might be cruel.
“It’s your fault,” Danny said to H, his candor harsh and cold. “They killed her because of you.
