“High praise from a hostage.”
“I’m not a hostage.”
“You just described your marriage that way yesterday.”
“I was being dramatic.”
“I know. I ignored it.”
By the third day, he stopped telling her to leave. By the fifth, he asked what book she carried in her coat pocket. By the seventh, when she opened the curtains three inches without permission, he said her name with such warning that the nurse in the hallway stopped walking.
“It’s cloud cover,” Lila said. “The sun isn’t attacking.”
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