Serena was the last to go.

She stared at me with a pure, undiluted hatred.

“You are completely dead to us, Sienna,” she spat.

“I have been dead to you since July fourteenth,” I answered.

“The only difference is that today, I’m the one locking the gate.” And I closed the door, and I turned the deadbolt, and I stood alone in the quiet hallway of my house, and I breathed.

Chapter 16 — So Every Child Makes It Home