Fraying
“I made sure to keep him near the surface.”
I hadn’t even noticed Prin picking her way across the surface of the pit toward us, a heavily taped-up battery lantern swinging from her hand, until she spoke.
“I always hoped I could get a message back to Elizabeth someday, let her know that it was over fast, give her some closure. I never expected the chance to come like this.”
That pried my attention away from the skeleton. Prin was already taking it for granted that I would slink back to my mother at the first opportunity, to beg forgiveness and tell some story about my dead and idiotic love for Prin’s own despised ex.
“It hasn’t,” I said, straightening up to look at her, at the supercilious twist of her delicate face in the ghostly battery light. “I keep telling you.” My rising
