The Girl From the Woods
31
"You're angry."
Rachel is here again, sitting on my bed, staring at me, her mouth curved downward in a sad smile. She moved to make more room, and when I sat down, her arms were around my neck.
Only they weren't.
It felt like cold air drifting along my skin, and I shivered.
"You're dead," I said in response. "And no one is any closer to finding out what happened. I'm the police's prime suspect." I looked over my shoulder at her. "I wish you could tell them I didn't do it, because they won't listen to me."
"I can. I want to show Brandt my memories, Quinn."
Rachel is here again, sitting on my bed, staring at me, her mouth curved downward in a sad smile. She moved to make more room, and when I sat down, her arms were around my neck.
Only they weren't.
It felt like cold air drifting along my skin, and I shivered.
"You're dead," I said in response. "And no one is any closer to finding out what happened. I'm the police's prime suspect." I looked over my shoulder at her. "I wish you could tell them I didn't do it, because they won't listen to me."
"I can. I want to show Brandt my memories, Quinn."