The Brother

Alfred, as if the area itself were here to give

hear Tariq getting closer to my room

that may be what the traitor is looking

gravelly path to a parking lot, where only a

anything, just looks down into his own

Charlotte’s face.
“Definitely,” Charlotte

I feel it burning behind my eyelids and in my chest. I feel it all crashing down, drowning in the past, drowning in the future. You don’t need water to drown.

saw who the sender was. An email