I knew that voice before I even looked up.Beatrice stood in the doorway with her arms folded, taking in the full picture of me on the floor with the slow satisfaction of someone who had been waiting a long time for exactly this moment. Behind her, Margaret hovered in the corridor, her green eyes wide, one hand pressed to her mouth."Margaret, you…are here." My voice came out cracked and small. "Margaret, can you—""Look at her." Beatrice laughed, the sound bright and sharp as breaking glass. "She came back and she couldn't even make it to her room. On the floor like a dog." She tilted her head. "Was it worth it, Celeste? All that holiness, all those prayers, all that suffering you loved to perform for everyone — and you ended up exactly here.""Please." I hated how weak the word sounded. I hated that I meant it. "I am already going through a lot mentally, just let me–""Let you what?" Beatrice stepped closer, her shoe nudging my side. Touching me as if I was dirt. Well I was dirt. I
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