“Who…?” he started to ask. He frowned. The corner of the room was bare, save for the laptop perched at the very end of the dresser, its long black cable snaking down towards the socket.
Who are you talking to, he wanted to ask?
Who are you talking toBut he stopped himself. He already knew the answer.
“I know,” she told the figure only she could see. Her voice was slurring, her words running into one another without distinction. “At least the… the stars came out. You… you told me… I’d be able…. name them all… before we… we went home. Every… every last one.”
She tipped her head back, parting her lips as she twisted onto her back and sunk into the pillow. She was breathing through the pain now; the inescapable, all-consuming pain that had enveloped her. He lifted his arm from her waist an
