her head against the wall.

—”My dad would be happy.”

—”And critical.”

—”Happy and critical.”

We sat in silence.

Then Claire said something she had been wanting to say for a while, but neither of us dared to touch on.

—”You never told us your name, did you?”

I laughed softly.

It was true…

Part3 : For months I left food at my neighbor’s door without knowing that continue reading …

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