Chapter 5 · free to read
The physician did not hide like the others. He was waiting for me, the tea already warm.
He was sitting when she came in, which not one of the others had been.
He leaned back to say it. Every other person in that house had leaned forward.
For one breath I wanted it. A door. A living witness. A life that did not end at dawn or in the dark with him.
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