Edwin didn’t bother to turn on the lights before collapsing on the couch. He didn’t have the energy to lift his arms. He briefly considered preparing a meal, but even if he felt like standing again, he wasn’t sure what he had in the fridge. All of his favorite delivery places were already closed. Every time he focused on the digital clock above the television, his eyes blurred, and he had to blink the fuzziness away. Thirteen minutes after midnight. It was a new record. Sixteen hours at the center, alternating between Angela and Warren, trying to be the emotional support for both of them. Edwin didn’t quite remember everything completely, but the dry, itchy skin on his face told him that he had cried at least once during the experience.
His phone vibrated against his thigh. At first, Edwi
