Forty-Five:
Oliver Oswin
I’d gotten drunk far too many times to count recently. When I woke this time after being drunk, I was in a heap on the floor in Pipers room with a bottle of wine next to me. I was using it as a very bad pillow. I found Ransom in Pipers bed, where Piper should have been but Pip was nowhere to be seen. “Tanager!” I shouted.
Ransom groaned in his sleep. “f**k you.”
“Tanager, get your ass up!” I hissed. “Pips missing!”
That seemed to rouse him a little. He looked at the empty space next to him, and his eyes widened in horror. “Where the hell is she?” he demanded.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I woke up and she was gone.”
“Tayen? Or Willa Matheson? Your mother maybe?” Ransom suggested.
I shook my head. “I think we would have
