ra's

ays, drawing the heavy curtains to block out the

the room, and every time the screen

e became unbearable. I crossed the cold

screenshots of her priv

fitting schedul

be sent to the air

by, video ca

hat Preston was relieved when

ad an "episode," I acted

t saw, slowly tearing open the eight

the phone against the wall. With a sharp crac

hat it was still partially

corner. My eyes fell on the tin pot Preston used to boil porridge, then

me in a dusty attic and swore a blood oath to

osely picked at my deepest wounds, us

d play the generous savior, while in reality

up, my stiff, trembling legs support

red and stung, as if trying to completely wash away th

thes, I pulled my suitcase ou

he things I had bought with my own money. As for the che

ed photo face down

l on a yellow sticky note and stuck

rs, the de