Chapter 10 · free to read
She was asking me to let a sentence stand on a man who taped my life back together. I had decided in the corridor, before the lift arrived.
Four years. He signed it in the neat hand he had always used for other people's ledgers.
Four down. One accountant in a cell. A partner I would have to break later. The arithmetic still worked. I had simply stopped checking what was in the columns.
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