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I was waxing nostalgic, seeing all the many moments of tender happiness suspended in amber. Then I found the bottom of the box.
But seeing the bee’s spark fade into nothing, my heart ached in a peculiar way. It felt like something holy and secret. Like if my mom came looking for me and found me like this, I would feel ashamed. I gingerly picked it up and placed it in my palm. I ran a thumb along its furry abdomen, marveling at its softness.
knew if there was a God, he would not condone what I was doing. But didn’t he also believe in vengeance? In justice and smiting of the wicked? He let his son come back to life, did he not?
“You could sell the formula, you’d be rich. Humphrey West, the boy who cured death.” My predecessor’s work had been halted abruptly, I didn’t take this as a coincidence. No matter how his notes called to me at night, I needed to keep them shut and shrouded in darkness. “I saved you. That’s enough for me,” I said.
I despised myself for feeling this way, but I had become afraid of Danny. His hunger was getting harder and harder for him to manage.
Maybe being accomplices is more intimate than being in a relationship. I really wouldn’t know.
Even now, I can look out my window and see him standing in my yard. He’s looking up at my window. Hungry and tired out there in the snow. I had better go let him in.
