That’s what broke me most.
She looked like a trained child to obey.
When I pushed the door, Mark turned his head slowly, not quite startling.
As if even at that moment he thought that he could still explain everything and keep sending.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
It didn’t even sound furious.
It sounded annoying, as if I had interrupted any housework, as if the intruder in that house was me.
I took Sophie out of the bathtub without thinking about the spilled water or my soggy clothes.
I just grabbed a towel, wrapped it and pressed it against me.
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