Chapter 13 · free to read
Two poisons meant two people. And the slow one had been going into her cup since spring — which meant that somewhere in that spring, I had watched it happen.
Spring, and every evening after. She insisted on it. I remember deciding the smell was wrong, and deciding I was too junior to say so.
I carried it to her lips in my own two hands. Not knowing is not the same as innocent. It only means they chose me because I was young enough to trust a label.
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