Chapter 36
Naomi’s heart hammers in her chest, pounding louder with each passing moment in terror, shock, and bewilderment. She remembers the “Harlow is dead” anagram.
Harlow is dead.
Here lies Harlow Hayes.
No, she thinks. That can’t be right. This is just a sick joke.
Because if Harlow Hayes is buried here, in Faye’s grave, then where the hell is Faye?
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