The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

the shoulder blade. MERCY INFUSION SERVICES.

I stared at it and still my brain fought me. Still tried to make it fit the other story.

“What is this?” I asked again, but this time it was smaller.

Karen sat up carefully. Too carefully. Like her body had become full of rules.

“I was going to tell you.”

I looked at the tray. At the line. At the dressing near continue reading …