Chapter 2 · free to read
Weeks now. He does not eat. But he stays — and staying was all I asked.
The face rising in the second bed was one I almost knew. My own — younger, unbroken.
The glass began to sing — a high thin note, the sound of a thing about to take what it was promised.
One cut, and the tie would break. But the tie was the only thing keeping his small heart beating.
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