We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.

“I'm not with Rob," I say quickly. "Not anymore." "You're not?" He's staring at …”

“like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.”

“That's when it happens. The moment of death is full of heat and sound and pain …”

“I've been alone with him countless times, but this feels different. Here there …”