Nobody Is Clean

Ruthie's POV

The first thing that hits me is the cloying, sweet-acid smell of pot. That’s the new normal. It’s the smell of my husband.

It’s almost 6 AM. The sky outside the dirty bedroom window is a bruised, sickly shade of purple. I haven’t slept. I never sleep here.

This apartment. *East 89th St...

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