I'm the girl from the train. Sarah Manning. I'm the girl you left standing in the middle of all this shit.
[ The anger in her own voice surprises her. She'd been expecting something else—sorrow, guilt—to have crept into her voice. But suddenly she's shaking, wants to hit something. Beth, finally. Not some dream version of Beth, all knowing, or some silent ghost following her around. The real Beth. ]
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[ The anger in her own voice surprises her. She'd been expecting something else—sorrow, guilt—to have crept into her voice. But suddenly she's shaking, wants to hit something. Beth, finally. Not some dream version of Beth, all knowing, or some silent ghost following her around. The real Beth. ]