ELARA
Anya was still sitting in the chair beside my bed, one leg crossed over the other, her heel dangling from her toes.
I watched the snow through the window. It was falling heavier now, thick enough that I couldn't see the building across the street anymore. Just white, endless white, and the reflection of the hospital lights on the glass.
"It's exactly the kind of work you used to love." She glanced at me. "Before you decided to waste your Hopkins degree filing papers for a man who f***s you at night and ignores you in the morning."
"You already said that."
"Bears repeating." She set her phone down on her lap. "I'm serious, Elara. This is the kind of project you used to dream about. All that stuff that used to make your eyes light up when you talked about it."
I'd forgotten what
