“A bottle of what?” I asked.
“Does it matter?” Burn said.
“I wish it didn’t,” I said.
“If wishes came true, maybe you’d still be back in that hospital with whoever you were visiting,” Burn said. “You should have stayed there.” And I knew I was never going to see Emily again if he had his way.
“So he’s doing it for the money,” I said, trying to buy some time. I needed a distraction and I had an idea what that distraction could be. “What about you?” I asked, looking at Cassandra. “Don’t tell me you’re doing it for the art.”
“When we’re gone, the art is all that we’ll leave behind,” she said. “There won’t be any us. There’ll just be what we’ve done. It took me most of my life to realize that.”
“And all of Thane’s,” I said.
“It’s not art if you’re not sacrificing something.” She pointed
