“It looks like your suitcase died violently.”
“It resisted.”
I laughed and dropped my duffel onto the empty bed beside hers.
Then I noticed we weren't alone.
Two girls occupied the far side of the room.
Identical twins.
At least, I assumed they were identical. Same pale skin, same straight black hair, same sharp features.
One sat cross-legged on her bed in an oversized black sweater despite the warm weather, calmly reading a thick book that looked older than both of us combined.
The other stood at the window wearing tiny black shorts, combat boots, and a shirt with what appeared to be a cartoon rabbit holding a knife.
She was sharpening an actual knife.
I stared.
Agatha leaned toward me.
“See?”
The girl with the knife looked over.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Agatha said brightly.
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