she was folding the linen carefully. not a crease, not a stain. absolutely pristine. they had to be, or she would lose everything. perfection was a requirement, not a goal. but where else could she go? who could be kinder? they offer her the world, at the expense of her life.
she was folding the linen carefully. not a crease, not a stain. absolutely pristine. they had to be, or she would lose everything. perfection was a requirement, not a goal. but where else could she go? who could be kinder? they offer her the world, at the expense of her life.