Chapter 15 · free to read
Six days. He gave me the whole week and then walked me to the station on the last morning of it.
Neither of us said the thing. There was a whole week of it stacked up and we stood there holding an umbrella instead.
One week, and he went north to give an answer I wasn't allowed to hear. Ten days, and I was still holding a contract I hadn't signed and an umbrella that wasn't mine. Outside, for the seventh day running, it wasn't raining.
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