His fingers tugged at the towel. I held tight to it, hard as a dishrag on my breasts, and shook my head.
"What's this?" he whispered into my ear.
"This is the unforgiving light of morning," I whispered back. "Time to drop the illusion."
"What illusion?"
"That anything can be okay," I said, and kissed his cheek.
"What's this?" he whispered into my ear.
"This is the unforgiving light of morning," I whispered back. "Time to drop the illusion."
"What illusion?"
"That anything can be okay," I said, and kissed his cheek.
( Gillian Flynn )
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