Chapter 28 The Intentional Mistake

June

My pen dangles between my fingers, the cap nudged against my teeth.

I lay flat on the bed, stretching my arms, like I’m posing for a crime scene.

The ceiling above me has exactly twenty-one panels — no, wait, twenty-two.

...Wasn’t it twenty-three last night?

I squint up and count again.

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