KNOX’S POV

Her voice climbs. Then she forces a sharp breath, swallowing down the hysterical heave of her chest.

“I know how it looks. Of course I know how it looks. Ida’s little fucking weirdo. But when did it become a crime to be strange? When did my obsession with the otherworldly ever scare you before that woman showed up? None of you understand what it is like. Not a single one of you knows what it has been like losing Ida. She was the one fucking person who saw me. Who loved me and cared and actually understood me. I used to think you did, too. I thought you...