They Drank My Father’s Champagne and Toasted My Death. They Forgot Whose Daughter I Am

“I’ll play the dying girl right up until the last second,” I said.

“Just get here.

And bring something to hold three people.”

Chapter 10 — The Longest Half Hour

Thirty minutes is nothing.

You spend thirty minutes in a waiting room without noticing them.

Thirty minutes lying in the dark in a boneless sprawl, listening to the people who are going to murder you move around the boat, is the longest stretch of time that has ever existed.

I lay there and I did not let myself shake.