As if that small act might somehow make them last longer than they actually would.
Her mind ran through the same calculations over and over again, subtracting tax, subtracting what little would be left, subtracting the cost of tomorrow before tomorrow had even arrived, until the numbers stopped feeling like numbers and started feeling like limits closing in around her.
Her life hadn’t collapsed in one moment.
It had unraveled slowly, almost politely at first, as if giving her time to adjust before taking something else away.
It started with the accident.
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