York is still taking it in. She thinks it might be different for Carolina, because they’d both known for sure she was dead. But Carolina — York never knew if she was only chasing a ghost.

“Yeah, that’s what they keep tellin’ me.” The flippant tone comes unconsciously, but York finds herself at a loss. She can’t tell, exactly, how Carolina feels about her these days, if she still harbors old resentment or if she even understands why York did what she did all those years ago. And if Carolina has already grieved for her, then what exactly does that mean for York?

Shit, she’s overthinking this. Apologize. She’d wanted to apologize, at least for starters. York sucks in a shallow breath, one hand closing around a fistful of thin hospital blanket.

“Carolina — listen, I…”