The Price of Convenience

ROWAN’S POV

The question catches me off guard, hitting somewhere soft and unprotected.

“Every day,” I hear myself say, and my voice sounds strange, distant, like it’s coming from somewhere outside my body. “Every single day, I thought about leaving. About packing a bag and disappearing in the middle of the night. About starting over somewhere he couldn’t find me.”

“And yet you stayed.” Winston til