Chapter Thirteen
Mia
The house is really quiet when I get back. I took the long way to get here, trying to avoid as many people as possible, until I got caught in the rain and knew I had to hurry up. Nobody else is here, but I guess they’re still at the cemetery. They’ll probably return soon enough. This quiet won’t last long.
I look around the house, trying to make sense of today, of the last week. And the only thing I can think of is that I can’t do this. I can’t keep ruining people’s lives. I can’t keep ruining Mal’s, Dylan’s, Tom’s or Jake’s life. And that’s definitely going to happen when I stay here any longer.
I should have realised this sooner. I should have realised this the moment I found out what really happened to Poppy, and what time of the year it was. I should have immed
