‘Nearly time, Rick darling. I suppose we ought to go out there now.’ When I heard her say this, a fear filled my mind; I was no longer certain that the effects from what had occurred in the yard weren’t growing more pronounced with the passing minutes, and that my new condition wouldn’t become obvious to everyone if I attempted to negotiate the unfamiliar terrain outdoors.
Goddammit. I hate that Klara is continuing to make sacrifices for everyone else, even if that’s her role.
