XXXIV
Later that night, I was lying on the roof with an unlit cigarette. I was staring at it, shocked by how I no longer seemed to need the endorphin high that normally kept me going. I heard her approach, calm and deliberate, before stopping a few feet away. “Did you need something?” I wasn’t sure what to call her. Did I call her mother-in-law? Mrs. Grey? Lady Elizabeth? “No, just checking on you. Heaven is down with her team doing a rundown of the needed cleaning, and the others are off doing their own thing. That said, I wanted to talk to you alone,” she said softly. She sighed, sitting beside me as a gentle breeze ruffled my hair. Her face was illuminated by the soft lights below and the Gibbous moon above. The sounds of the day were drawing to a quiet close, the silence stretching into t
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