“We’ll find a way to close it,” Lina said, but her voice shook.
Then midnight came.
The second mouth opened on her forehead. It whispered, “You will not survive the winter.” -Abbisecraa- Abbi Secraa -aka Nelono- 13 HUGE B...
“I’ll hold enough,” Abbi said. “Not all. Just enough.”
The burden arrived at 1:13 AM.
Not against the curse—she knew by now that Nelono was not a disease but a role . Someone had to carry the sorrows. The debt collector had chosen her because she had been the happiest child in Vorrow three years ago, before her father disappeared. Happiness, she realized, was just unused capacity for grief.
Lina did. One hundred sixty-nine thousand years of accumulated sorrow, pressing down on a thirteen-year-old’s ribcage. “We’ll find a way to close it,” Lina
Then it vanished, and the mirror was glass again, and Abbi’s reflection was crying without her permission.