pity and professional indifference before retreating to their posts. The party

, ruining the white linen tablecloths and soaking the expensive floral arrangements. I sto

aced by a silent countdown timer i

ow opened in my mind

tly dabbing his forehead. Her movements were tender, her expression filled with a soft concern I had never

ngers careful and precise. I remembered asking her for an orange once when I had the f

ked away. 1:45:12

sounds, the feelings of the last five years-her laugh, her cruelty, the scent o

uddy ground rushing up to mee