Chapter 23
I remember when I was a kid, year after year struggling to stay awake until midnight. I was in double digits before I could stay awake long enough to see the ball drop in Times Square. A bit older still before I was awake for midnight in my own time zone. What can I say? I'm an early to bed, early to rise type of girl.
This was the most exhausting New Year’s ever.
It was nearly two in the morning before the police let everyone leave the house. I understood it. While it was clear that Charlotte wasn't right in the head, it was perhaps less so that she had killed two people that night. The police had wanted to be sure.
But even after Sophie, Brianna and I had dragged ourselves home, first to the school and then through time to the school in the present, 2019 now, the night was
