

The heel of his palm against her sternum a few times, but her skin was cool as clay. He rocked her shoulder, touched her lips. He glanced back at my mother, just as his feet had found his slippers. Yesterday, he awoke, as he does most weekdays, at half past six and could see the mortal change as soon as But it is the moment my mind returns to, the way I always see them.Īccording to what my father will soon tell me, he has been there, in that room, for nearly twenty-three hours, except forīathroom breaks. This is not really where the story starts.

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