of it.
Eight years. Eight years of watching me set the 7:00 PM alarm. Eight years of watching me hold a pill between my fingers like it was a tiny, white line between normal life and tragedy.
You didn’t know.
I typed back before I could stop myself.
ME: If I can’t leave you alone with a dog and a clock, I can’t build a life with you.
I hit send.
My hands continue reading …
