I watched Arthur fall beside my grave. His body settled in the mud while rain struck the back of his cashmere coat.
The charm I had sewn inside that coat remained over his heart. He had carried it to the grave without knowing.
I felt no victory. His death could not return the ten years I had spent in his house.
The cemetery faded. White light replaced the rain, and the pain in my head was gone.
For the first time in months, I could think without pressure behind my eyes. I could no longer feel the cold soil or the needle marks in my arms.
A voice came from somewhere beyond the light, neither male nor female. *You have endured a great injustice, child.*
A kitchen appeared before me, warm with afternoon sun. A woman set a birthday cake on the table while a man laughed and ruffled a litt
