Davina's POV

My sister was dying in my arms, and no one in the car would look at me.

I cradled Carlotta’s head as we sped through the streets, my hands slick with blood I couldn’t stop.

I had buried my mother only days ago. I didn’t have the strength to bury my sister next. So I held on like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.

“It’s going to be alright,” I whispered, over and over, my voice shredded from smoke and saltwater tears. “Everything’s going to be ...