"They say a lot of things, Olivia. They say you're the one who pushed me."
"I came to ask you one thing," Olivia whispered. olivia would jane wilde
Jane finally turned. Her eyes were the same impossible green. But behind them—something else. Something that had learned to breathe underwater. "They say a lot of things, Olivia
Olivia's hand went to her pocket—no weapon, just an old key. Jane's key. The one to the cottage where they'd spent one summer learning each other's silences. "They say a lot of things
"And yet," Jane replied, "here I am. Again."