The Perfect Guests

Sadie

Beth stares at Nina, and her voice is faint. “You really thought I was dead . . .”

Nina ignores her. She looks utterly exhausted now; she slumps back on the sofa, and her next words are quiet and directed only at Beth.

“What does it matter, now, anyway?” she says. “The whole thing has failed, hasn’t it? I concede defeat, Beth. Congratulations. You win again.”