"I'll take that as a no," Olivia said.

"They say a lot of things, Olivia. They say you're the one who pushed me."

"Take it as a beginning."

"You shouldn't be here," Olivia said, not as a threat—more as a fact, like the tide or the turning of bones underground.

"Define still ."

And for the first time in three years, Olivia didn't know whether to run—or follow.

Jane stepped forward. Her feet left no prints.