Chapter 32 ⊰ 32 ⊱ Frosted Glass

⬩ 𝓜aisie ⬩

I don’t remember the drive home.

That isn’t a figure of speech. There’s Kai’s couch, and the envelope, and Diane from Sacred Heart, and then there’s my own ceiling, and the space between them is just gone—edited out, a cut my brain made without asking me. I’m on my bedroom floor ...

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