Her sister’s description would echo in a chamber in his head, reserved only for those words, for as long as he drew breath or could still lay claim to sanity.
It felt, almost immediately, as though his sanity was sand in a box full of unsupervised kids.
“You know how it is” Claire’s sister kept repeating “you have a few glasses of wine, you get distracted”
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