Dead Beat In the Shadows

Roman

Rachael’s weight sagged against me as soon as I lowered her onto the mattress. She sank into it like the night had wrung her dry. Her mouth parted, breath shallow, cheeks blotched with whiskey-red.

“Don’t go,” she had whispered earlier, her fingers fisting in my sleeve.

So I hadn’t. Not yet.

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