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Her fatigue was like a fuzzy light, the end of a blaze eclipsing into night. It was hard to be half tired. there were flames and there were embers, but no space between.
I scrolled obsessively through pages upon pages of emails, eyes playing ping-pong in my head. I only had a few minutes until he would twist the knob, ending the steady spray from the shower, and stroll back into our room in a towel, but I needed - needed - to check for her name every chance I got.
It struck me like lightning in the desert, in the middle of the night. Stumbling in a storm, there was a flash - and instant - when I could see for miles.