dn't speak to m

glance. Not even

ould fe

ow behind a curtain. The smell of smoke when there was no fire. Like t

above, a man car

hing inside me braced. Like I was waiting for

r hand, began to

ger by my door in the mornings. He'd slide it acro

ird day,

e only color on the page. He didn't sign it. Didn't han

the mistake of goin

ought I heard music. A sof

sound until it

creak

stood

refoot. A glass of som

in this part of th

his eyes looked at me