CHAPTER 93
Somewhere in the Greenwitch Cemetery, beneath the shade of a magnolia tree, there was a grave. And in that grave, there was a girl. This girl had been beautiful once. But the earth and the relentless march of time didn't care for beauty. The earth took what it was owed. And time answered to no one. Calla Parker knew this. Just as she knew that the girl beneath her feet—the girl that was not a girl, not anymore—didn't give a shit about the bundle of pale pink peonies left atop her headstone. She would have laughed at the flowers. What a waste, she would have said. What's the point? I'm gone. Calla perched against the sun-warmed headstone, trying for nonchalance. The fact that she had to try at all irked her. Indifference had been her constant companion for sixteen years. But tha
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