When I wake up again, it’s the middle of the night.
Christopher’s face looks softer in the moonlight. This man has been jerked around by my family, his life twisting at our whims. First my father’s will and then my mother’s Death Plan. He’s so beautiful and tortured. Maybe the best thing I can do is finally leave him alone.
Last night feels like a dream.
The only thing I know for sure is that I can’t stay in this house.
I’m half asleep as I find my keys and head out the door—without my purse or my phone. I don’t need those things, not for what I need to do. Not for where I need to go. Isn’t that what a library used to be? A place where you didn’t need money to read. Where you didn’t need the newest, biggest iPhone to learn something about the world.
An outdated idea. A defunct buildin
