He leaves her in the middle of the night, without a word, without a note. It is the last thing he can do for her.
Erik--no, that's not even my name, even that is a lie--stands at the foot of the bed. Anna is asleep, curled up tight, the kitten resting in the crook of her arm. He doesn't want to leave, but he knows it is what must be done. She is
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