Lilian looked at her with something like surprise. "Forgive?" she echoed. "Forgiveness is for people who want to stop being haunted. I don’t think I’ll choose it any time soon."
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Mia tried to laugh but it came out thin. "And after? When it all goes quiet?" Lilian looked at her with something like surprise