Yvonne was sobbing quietly now. None of the other girls was unaffected, and I was struggling to hold back my own tears. Euphie and Elsa were both crying, too, even though they were not making any sound at all. As I stared down at Rosie’s broken and battered body, I felt a wave of sorrow overtake me.
We had struggled so hard for so long, and for what? So that we could all be trapped on this island, condemned to die? So that we could, one by one, fall prey to the various dangerous things that lurked on this island, lying in wait for us?
“Rosie, I need you to tell me truthfully,” Elsa commanded, her voice quiet but sure. There was a dark certainty in her words, and dread settled over me on top of the sorrow. A part of me felt grateful that Elsa was taking the lead, even though it meant that
