CHAPTER 32
“YOU CHANGED IN the last few years. Before you died, I mean. Before you died.” Rochelle gave her head a shake. She’d done that a lot in the past twelve hours. “I still can’t believe you’re back.”
That makes two of us. Coco reached out to touch her sister again, just to reassure herself that she wasn’t dreaming. Was it possible to feel things in your sleep? Her nightmares were frighteningly realistic, but this… It was different. Warmer. Lighter. In those nightmares, the water was always cold and the crushing pressure made it hard to breathe. She picked up a slice of toast and focused on the sensations as she bit into it—the rasp of the bread on her tongue, the slippery butter, the sweetness of the jam. There was no Marmite in the house—Rochelle hated it. Joss used to order it i
