When she’s all cried out, Honor wipes her face clean and carefully places everything back in their respective boxes. She puts them in the closet, side by side.
“Honor!” Cassidy’s panicked voice carries up the stairs.
Taking the steps two at a time, Honor skids to a stop in the living room where Cassidy is performing CPR on her mom. Frozen, Honor surveys the scene, briefly wondering why an Angel of Death would care to resuscitate her mom.
“Don’t just stand there! Call 9-1-1, i***t!” Cassidy screams at her as she starts another set of compressions.
Honor flips her phone out and dials 9-1-1 for the second time this week. Her responses are automatic, robotic and foreign-feeling as they roll off her tongue. Cassidy is just as mechanical as she performs perfect CPR on her mom, who remains un
