Chapter 5 · free to read
Halfway. Neither his side of the river nor mine. Half an hour, and then back.
We could not touch. So we ate on the floor of a bridge, a metre apart, like two schoolboys in trouble.
Twenty-two minutes gone. I had counted every one of them and I could not make myself stop counting.
Eight minutes. I did not take it. I have thought about those eight minutes every single day since.
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