Epilogue

Five years later:

“Do you want some ice?”

“No.”

“I think you need some ice. Your forehead is all shiny.”

“Goodness, Talia. Leave me alone.”

“Don’t get cranky. I’m just trying to help…”

“Brenden,” Irene whined. “Make her stop. For the love of God, make her stop.”

“Talia,” Brenden berated in a warning...

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