And I want to tell him to hold up his head. He said once that I was the best person he’d ever known. But it’s not true. He is the best person I have ever known. I am nothing compared to him. Not the other way around. I want to tell him not to be ashamed. Because he is a survivor. But I don’t know how to tell him that. So I look at the forged prescription. Getting this is going to be dangerous. I will be questioned. And I’ve never even told Max about the man with one eyebrow. Sometimes I am so ready for the idea that I might die, I barely notice the feeling.
