She hadn't been around much, so she hadn't seen Nathaniel in maybe six months. Her childhood makes yours and mine read like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. The look in her eyes said plainly that I was being silly, too. Richard smiled at me, and it was the first real smile I'd seen on him since he stepped into the room.
It was acutely uncomfortable to be trapped under the body of a strange man while Nathaniel knelt beside us. Reasons he might never admit out loud, but I didn't want to see it. I'm not sure, he said in a voice that was thicker than it should have been this early in. It was all death.
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