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Keeping up the appearance of someone who’s not teetering on the edge of a breakdown is tiring.
Our routine is consistent, undeviating, as it is required to be. Medications, hospitals, assessments, forms, over and over again. I thrive off routine.
The metal glints in the sun, and I find myself overcome with an immense desire to run it along my finger. Just to feel something.
Why won’t she just surrender to me?
The one thing I did not want to do when I arrived at this community was to answer questions about my past.
It never occurred to me before tonight, but it’s the perfect cover for someone who wants to look into the houses.
She gives me the same fuzzy warmth that comes from downing a bottle of vodka – yes, it has its downsides and after-effects, but you drink it nonetheless.
Every other resident was in there except Norah Williams, but if I can live as an alter-ego so can anyone. What if Norah Williams is not her real name?
