— Goodbye, Luis — she whispered. — You were more useful dead than alive.
Then she walked away.
The lid came down.
The sound of wood closing shut like the end of the world.
Then came the latches.
One.
Two.
Three.
Luis was submerged in a deeper darkness — a darkness without air, without hope, without sky.
The coffin began to move.
Every wheel on the floor, every continue reading …