The silence was like an unwelcome child, pulling at our hair, running its fingers over our lips.

“Jaime Cortae. Thirteen. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Lover of peanut butter. Sometim…”

“Addie was warm and radiant next to me, making up half of us. But I - I was Eva,…”

“Maybe I really had been meant to fade away.”

“(Addie) I said. (If it had been you - if it were you trapped inside. If you wer…”