look at me,’ Beatatrice said. Her voice was soft, gentle, the voice she used when she tucked him in at night.
She knelt down on the other side of me. I could feel her body heat. ‘It is for the best,’ she said soothingly. Look at him, Terrence. He is in pain. He has been in pain for so long. His heart is tired. I felt something brush against my hand.continue reading …