Chapter Nine
In my room at The Edge, I open the bay window to let the ocean breeze clear out the stale air.
While I was gone, Peach returned to the room, though she’s gone again. I see things missing on the dresser and I wonder if everything of hers has been taken away.
I make the half slept in bed, pulling the generous covers tight at the edges so they look smooth and untouched. I’m startled when the door opens and Peach walks in. I walk toward her, wishing I felt free enough to put my arms around her, but she maintains a distance with her manner that says “stay clear”.
“Did Miriam soften the blow?” she asks as I approach her. She still wears the collar, but not the chain. She’s dressed in a white summer shift. Her skin glows its luscious hue, and her eyes look almost translucent as
