Contemporaneous: Chapters 48 – 49
48. “Back already?” Luca asks me, sitting against the table’s edge as he folds his arms across his chest. “Fuckface.” “That …” I say, like that one word will encompass the entire experience. That. And it does, but it also…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 46 – 47
46. I sleep fitfully, drag myself out of bed, then go through my morning routine like it might be any other day, but there’s some weight I’m carrying now – my limbs are leaden, and my back is tight with…