So I did not offer to save her.

I offered her a phone, and a plan, and a role, and the chance to be the author of the Pembrooks’ downfall rather than merely its beneficiary.

The rage that lit her face was the first sign that she understood what I was actually offering, which was not a way out.

It was a way to fight.

Chapter 16 — Three Weeks

Over the next three weeks, while she cleaned the study, Yvaine photographed everything.