I should have shaken my head, or smiled. I should have given Luke some indication that she wouldn’t jump, not her. Else the Puck a liar call. But I gave him no sign. He looked at me, and I looked back. He didn’t deserve my help. He didn’t deserve to know anything. The wolves were howling again, somewhere on the mountain, like hungry ghosts. I wondered if they had been howling this whole time.

“What do you think, Olivia?” Serena said.

I raised my head to look straight into Luke’s eyes, hating him and her and all of us, and whatever was in my face made him run toward her, even before I opened my mouth. I wanted to end this. I wanted to end everything. Car, cliff.

“Do it,” I said.

After that, it was too fast. I couldn’t see. He rushed toward her and grabbed her and his own momentum threw them both out over the edge. He rushed toward her and pushed her with two hands and then couldn’t help but follow. He rushed toward her but didn’t make it, and she jumped, and so he jumped after her. He rushed toward her, and she jumped, and she grabbed him by the throat and pulled him down with her.

What I did see: Serena’s body twisting away from Luke’s. What I did see: the smile on her face as she fell.

Then they were gone.

Curtain.

But no, because we were still there. In life, scenes don’t end, they only bleed and bleed. Laurel and I were still standing dumbly at the center of the rock palm. Janet was still lit by the lantern. We were all staring, now, at nothing. Dead air.

“We have to go,” Laurel said. “We have to go right now.”

“No,” I said.

“Do you want to explain this to Dominique? To the police?”

“No,” I said again. My brain wasn’t working. I was looking at Janet. Her face was so pale her birthmark seemed to glow. She was still staring off the edge of the cliff, into the abyss.

“Look,” she said, her voice clear.

Laurel took a step toward her. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s not your fault.”

“Look,” she said again.