After what feels like an unnecessarily long walk to the gallows, we reach the drawing room. Yes, the actual drawing room. I look around for Elizabeth Bennet, but she seems to have missed this particular invitation. Lucky her. “Look, I can’t stay long, so—”
“But you just got here!” Nora gasps. “And the girls were so looking forward to seeing you! Isn’t that right, girls?”
Suddenly, I hear it: giggles.
My blood freezes. It’s like that scene in The Shining, but worse, because at least the protagonist there didn’t have childhood trauma about twins. And these twins? I bet there isn’t a ghost out there they couldn’t scare back into the grave.
More giggles. “Hi, April,” they chirp in unison. I swear to God, it’s like they practiced this.
“Is that your baby?” Kate asks.
“She’s paler than yo
