Chapter Fourteen

Thank you for listening to All the Lonely People. Our story is over, but I need your help.

She is still here kneeling next to me, hand on my shoulder.

How do I explain these connections between myself, Eleanor, our doppelgängers, and Veronica?

An unexpected visitor. An unexpected conversation. Things are unraveling.

I am my own worst enemy. When something is broken, I have an unquenchable urge to fix it.