reath was a struggle

the silence broken only

ed in on myself, trying to s

was

asily mended. She' d be surrounded by the As

ft recovery, her image enha

was sile

eenplay, its brittle

nding it felt like

ition will be her downfall. She will be isolated, her pleas igno

tried

near ruin, using my "script knowle

a life of crime,

ty, that their success, partly my doin

washed

pt' s "heroine," was an unshakeable foundation. Marcus... his desperate, unrequited love fo

been ripples on a vas

ally creaked

mall paper bag

too

voice was

, but only a gurg

g. The cold was seepi

ide, his face pal

me things. The doctors wanted to kee

e bag, pulling out

take

move. I coul

rker stain spreading on the

yes w

va

alone, in the cold, dusty gues

killers slipping from his grasp,