six LeniMy back presses against the same floral upholstered sofa that’s been in this exact spot in the living room my entire life. My head against the armrest, I stare at the old ceiling. The same fine cracks in the plaster are right where I remember them, spreading out like a spiderweb.
I’m not sure if Mimi even realizes these faint lines exist. Yet I know them well. Liam and I used to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling, pretending the barely visible cracks were in fact a secret treasure map. We’d discuss where the paths must lead and how to get to the treasure. We’d plan and then go outside and search for our riches.
A new line has splintered off from the most prominent one, creating an unimposing cluster of its own in the far corner of the room. In all my time of studying this
