"You had choices," I said. "Every day, you had choices. You could have been kind. Could have refused to participate. Could have helped me instead of making my life hell."

"Maybe," Claire admitted. "But I didn't. I chose wrong, over and over. And now I'm here, and you're Luna, and there's a beautiful irony in that."

I studied her, this woman who'd been my tormentor for so long. I should have felt satisfaction seeing her brought low. Should have enjoyed her suffering.

But all I felt was tired. ...