Emma

As I reached for the water Kyle offered with the tablets in my other hand, the milky liquid quivered within the confines of the glass. I stared down, recalling Kyle’s words—after the fever...

I spoke to Jezebel. “I’d rather have a beer.”

“You don’t drink beer,” Kyle replied.

“And you’re dead. Time changes things. I want a beer.”

Jezebel shook her head. “Give her a beer.”

Once the glass ...