d didn't just

ng the vase shattering to the marble floor. Th

er composure cracked. "It's es

ged forward, their hand

ine s

d sweet. She gasped, loud and wet, lik

m gaspe

its and designer dresses. The hor

Hermina was pale, her h

pping forward, her eyes hard as flint. "She

he looked at the ceiling. She tilt

heh

the coffin, her limbs flailing. She hit the cold floor with h

a broken doll,

Vanderwall-shrieked and backed

harply to look at her. She

eyes wide and unblinking.

tler. A sharp, cutting

ee large men in black suits. They mov

them come. She di

she went boneless. She dropped to the floo

und his leg. She buried

her voice shrill. "The apples

e knew what Delphine

dri

was frail,

grandmother. She was clutching her chest, stari

et out a piercing wail. She rolled on

All fall down

nks and paparazzi, not a grieving, resurrected, insan

, playing the role of the saint.

hem permission t

nder the long table hol

lecloth. She kicked upward as she went. Trays of

ered. Peopl

invited the press to document her tragedy

ina roared. "Confisc

ights

oom, lit only by the red

kness, breathing hard, smell

me