Abby knew that. Rationally, she knew that. But grief wasn't the most rational emotion and, when accompanied with guilt, all logic seemed to fall out the window. She was only eight, frozen by the cold of the wind on her sea-soaked skin, frozen by the fear of consequences she was too young to fully comprehend. If it were anyone else, she'd never hold it against them. If it were anyone else, she'd understand.

But it wasn't. It was her. And it was Amy. And Alana was right, there was no changing that. "Yeah," she said, because she didn't disagree. "But I'm not sure I can change. Or, you know, should."

The guilt seemed like small penance for getting to live her life when her sister didn't.