And round and round and round. Why couldn’t I get past the letter? Like poison id had seeped into every image and every memory I kept of Callum, polluting them until I couldn’t tell which was real and what was just wishful thinking any more. Until at last, I was forced to face the inescapable fact that, for whatever reason, Callum had written the letter.

-Malorie Blackman

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