Chapter 72

• She stirs, moaning softly in my neck, before she pulls back and stares at me, then at the notebook that’s still open on the letterM.
• All sleep whooshes away from her face as she startles and snatches it from my fingers. She staggers to the other side of the sofa, pulling it close to her chest.
• “It means nothing.” She smiles, but it’s with effort and barely-there. This woman can’t fake a smile to save her life and it’s weirdly endearing.