very little.
Almost nothing.
The way things weigh when they’ve already given everything.
Claire approached.
—”Are you okay?”
I smiled.
—”Yes.”
She looked at me with that face of not believing me. The same one I had learned to put on when Mr. Arthur said “perfectly fine.”
—”Helen.”
My name in her mouth didn’t sound strange anymore.
It sounded like home.
—”I’m continue reading …