ADVERTISEMENT
crowd parted as I moved through it.
Outside, the air felt different. Cooler. Cleaner. I found a bench in the garden and sat slowly. Patricia joined me without a word.
“How do you feel?” she asked eventually.
“Tired,” I said honestly. “Mostly tired.”
An hour later, Daniel found me, bow tie loose, hair mussed, eyes red-rimmed.
“Can I sit?”
“Yes.”
He dropped continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT