"I'm supposed to be with her. With Amy," Abby said matter-of-factly, as if that were any different to saying yes. It felt safer, though, even if not at all cryptic. Alana knew that her sister was dead. The math was simple enough. And it wasn't like she was suicidal, or whatever, she just genuinely felt guilt for the fact she hadn't gone when she was supposed to. She'd chickened out. Got scared. Let Amy go it alone.