"An accident? Oh no, is she okay? What happened? Calla questioned, not quite processing the entirety of what Alice had said. They were witches. Alice probably saw a dozen things a day muggles wrote off as fatal- probably - and she was a medwitch. "What hospital is she in? We should go vis-" Her voice cracked as it cut off and the moment Calla realized what Alice had said was visible across her face.

Sloane... was gone?

Sloane couldn't be dead. She was a fixed part of Calla's life. Like the greenhouse. And the shop. And Momma and her sisters. Even Jack. Sloane had been there as long as she could remember. She couldn't not be there. Calla didn't know how to exist without Sloane.