Chapter 8 · free to read
Her brother's funeral, bought quietly by the house six weeks before she ever walked in. The rate that cleared it was set by the same hand.
He had been a line in that book a long time before she was.
She signed his deal. Underneath it she wrote something for herself, small enough that nobody read it.
One line, in a pencil that broke on it: find whoever owns this book, and burn the page with my name on it.
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