Then I listened to my sister’s bones being broken one by one. That is how my sister died. […] When the men… — Chris Cleave
Then I listened to my sister’s bones being broken one by one. That is how my sister died. […] When the men and the dogs were finished with my sister, the only parts of her that they threw into the sea were the parts that could not be eaten.
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