Chapter 23When Amélie finished speaking, she seemed to collapse in on herself, as if finally telling her story to someone had taken everything she’d had left.
Leah went to her as she crumpled, hugging her tightly, but Amy found herself rooted to the floor, as much as she wished to join them.
The more her mind had turned it all over—understood all the implications of the things said and left unsaid—a terrible rage had grown inside of her. Not the fiery, passionate anger she’d felt when she’d learned about how Leah had been turned and the way she’d been abandoned, or the sick, frustrated feeling she’d had at the party when she’d turned on herself.
This anger was cold, and hard. Like shards of jagged glass inside of her, ready to stab and tear anything she touched. Understanding that someo
