The light in the house changes. My mind moves from one conclusion to another. I understand that September is dead and was never there at all. That the thoughts I had been certain were hers were mine all along. The events of the past few days clarify. My head feels full of hollows. I have never seen myself without her also there, her body pushing mine out of the frame. When I look from the corner of my eye I think I see something moving, not out in the room but somehow inside me, crawling beneath the surface. I will hold on. A decision that is not a decision lingers and then is made. I will
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