“She didn’t say anything before you left?” Alistair asks in awe. He lays my suitcase down on the floor of his guest bedroom.
Ruth finally allowed me to stay at Alistair’s house after days of persuasion, enough time for me to recover from that fainting episode. She watched me like a hawk as I packed my suitcase last night, but didn’t say a word. Getting my ticket out for the time being, away from the people and places provoking my childhood memories and past, lightens my mood and restores my ability to function. My ability to breathe freely. It’s pure glory.
“What could she say?” I say, unzipping the suitcase. Alistair raises an eyebrow, and I sigh heavily. “What about you? What did you guys talk about that was so private?”
Alistair opens his closet and sifts through the hangers. He did
