Nell sank onto her bed and looked at Sarah, seated at her desk.
“So.” Sarah sat relaxed, her fingers tapping the desk top. “You’re not dead.”
“I’m a little surprised about that,” Nell admitted. Maybe three times really was the charm? She needed to shower, but the climb had sapped her. It had been a forty-eight hours that would live in infamy, not to mention memory. If not for the kiss, she’d have tried to scrub them out.
Sarah made a scoffing sound. “Your DNA has to be loaded with survivor instincts. Look at your parents.”
Nell had been trying to see her parents for two days. “I saw Toni’s grave.”
“You mean her not-grave.”
Nell’s smile felt wan, she looked up, found Sarah’s eyes full of compassion. “In a way, it really is Toni’s grave.” Nell gave her friend a wry smile. “It’s like th
