"I used to think so too," Aggie says, managing to actually be wistful about it for once. In the end, she knows that the book itself isn't the source of her suffering. There had been a time when the reading of the book had been a tribute, a statement of love but family lore changes with the passage of time.

"Yeah, just be careful. It's old." She glances significantly at Greta's hands, still clean, and then gestures for her to take it. "Like I said, just...don't read out loud from it."

They're not standing at the tree that marks her grave and she's been awake for a long time, becoming slightly more alive as she grows, but that book once decided her fate every year. Not again.