“I owe everything to Florence. My job. My scientific freedom. My financial stability. The fucking shawl that she’s knitting. And in return I’m here, in the bedroom of someone who’s been making her life impossible, having meals with him, because…” Silence. “Why? Why are you here, Rue?” My chest felt heavy. I turned around. “Because I’m selfish, and careless. Because I want to be.”
