Lisa rolled on the bed for the fifth time. The sheets were twisted around her legs, the air in the room stifling despite the open window. It was damn suffocating…
Arthur didn’t insist on going to the hospital, nor did he come home with her. She was getting increasingly worried about his 'kind’ behavior, after ignoring her for so long.
But other things kept Lisa awake too. The first was Luis, who was acting paranoid. Then Maeve who brought up a woman Lisa had almost managed to erase from memory.
Cecil.
Slowly, Lisa sat up straight, her mind still foggy but buzzing. The picture… she had hidden it somewhere, hadn’t she? It took her a moment to remember… between her shoes, wrapped in an old silk scarf.
She crawled to her closet and pulled it out. So that was Cecil? Cecil was… damn beauti
