Chapter 11 · free to read
Nine minutes made a jaw on a ship's toy. Nobody in that room said out loud what forty minutes on a hospital unit makes.
She had my voice, my sentence, my joke about the view. Twelve hours old and already better company than I've been in a decade.
One scar. That was the whole difference between a woman and a rumour of one. Until the next thing that got burned.
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