I was getting the money… I sniff, rubbing the back of my hand across my nose as I stand. If I had finished the mazes faster, before midnight—before they pulled the plug on my only means of living, I’d be only living with these monstrous tendencies you kept subdued, Alyson. “I’m sorry I failed you.” “It’s okay, Buba.” Fuck, I miss you. “It’s not, Sunflower.”
