, which is quite morbid." She bites her cheek, remembering that Evelyn McHale will not die for another two years. She turns her body more fully, leaning against the shelf as she faces him directly. Her fingers tap lightly on the wood, and she swallows as Tom’s eyes follow the movement. "Of course, suicide isn’t beautiful. These girls didn’t ask to be but are now immortalized, forced to live on forever."