Chapter Twenty-Three
“Do you know what today is darling?”
He thought about it. They were cuddled under a light coverlet, the morning sun softened by polarization but luxuriously warm. She smoothed some hair that had escaped his ponytail back out of his face. She cupped his cheek with her palm and he smiled.
“I give up. They’ve all blurred together. And I haven’t seen a calendar since the clinic.”
“It’s Saturday. It’s three weeks into our fourth month together. Next week will mark a third of your atonement finished already – if you insist on dragging this out all year that is. Coincidentally though, next week is also the second anniversary of your accident.”
“I took it pretty well last year.”
“No darling Karl, I’m sorry to say you did not. You woke up screaming and refused to talk ab
