Chapter 12She smiled so warmly, so brightly, that she might even have been a different girl, they thought. Around them, the chatter of the rest of the school was loud, deafening almost, as they made their way out of the door and towards the school gates.
“We did pretty good,” Poppy said cheerfully.
Eirian nodded, still a little uncertain of things.
“We did,” they replied cautiously.
It was good, they thought, that she was happy, good that together they had won so much acclaim from the class, and yet Eirian couldn’t shake the feeling that the dialogue they had written together—and the things that Poppy had made up on the spot—weren’t really about the myth that surrounded the Lake of the Snake Goddess, but rather, they were to do with something more sinister.
Your dead boyfriend, they t
