Becca presses a hand to her mouth, turning her eyes away as if she can’t bear to look at her sister in this state.
ASHFORD: If that’s the case, then it’s all the more reason for you to tell us what happened, Sara.
Becca comes around the table, pulling a chair with her. She sits beside her sister and covers one of Sara’s hands with her own.
BECCA: It’s going to be okay, Sara. But we have to talk about what happened.
Sara lets out a sigh and leans her head against Becca’s shoulder.
SARA: I’m so tired.
BECCA: I know.
Sara touches one of Becca’s bandages gingerly.
SARA: Did I do that to you?
BECCA: It’s not your fault.
SARA: I did, didn’t I? I hurt you.
BECCA: You saved me, Sara. You fought so hard to get to me. But you have to keep fighting a little longer. Think about the crows, Sara. Think about the crows, and write it down.
SARA: You’ll stay?
BECCA: I’m not going anywhere.
In the corner, Abby leans against the wall, watching closely. Sara’s fingers tap out the now-familiar rhythm. Ashford slides a pen and paper toward her. She picks up the pen, but doesn’t yet begin to write.
BECCA: We were getting ready to leave the road.
SARA: That’s right. Lucy said she knew the way.
BECCA: Mel and Kyle paired up. And then we argued about who was going to go with who. You said Anthony and I should go together, but I wanted to go with you. Except I didn’t want to say that, because that might make Anthony feel bad, and—
SARA: And then Lucy chose.
BECCA: Lucy chose you.
Sara fixes Becca with a steady look.
SARA: Are you sure about that, Rebecca? You don’t remember what happened in the dark, do you? It isn’t that I need to remember on my own. It’s that you can’t. You’ve tried, and you can’t.
BECCA: Sara ...
SARA: Maybe I’m not the problem at all.
BECCA: Do you really believe that?
SARA: I don’t know. Do you?
Becca looks away. Sara sighs.
SARA: I’m sorry. I’ll try to remember. We were at the end of the road...
She writes.
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