Chapter 191

“I’m not injured,” I said.

“You are,” she said gently. “Just not in ways I can stitch.”

I stared at the window. The glass shook once, twice, then settled. “Do you ever miss… anything?”

“I miss the version of myself who thought rules made sense,” she said. “But she’s dead, and I’m not.”

“Good for you,” I said.

“Good for both of us,” she replied.

We sat with that. Not friends, not enemies, just coha