While i’m away
“Eleven days later, Irwin repeated her words to himself like a centring prayer. He kneeled, immobilized over the bathtub that was painted in Polly Jean’s scarlet blood. It was exactly the colour he would’ve imagined it, if he’d ever imagined it.”
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