Chapter 9 · free to read
My husband had promised to use her. I had not understood that he meant to wear her.
Behind her the house came apart. Doors barred from within, lamps drowned, whole wings gone dark against one another.
And then I looked at my husband, and something in him had gone thin.
The message had done its work. The names still breathing had bolted their doors against one another, not against me.
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