The Golden Canary Flies Away

head was pounding. A police officer was standing by the d

s face was a storm of unreadable emotions, his

when I tried to sit up. "The

hite ceiling tile

. The police are handling it. You know what kind of

three years together, his first concern wasn't my pain, b

re nothing. They were a flimsy placehold

my lungs. I forced a smile onto my face

the police. I

now it wasn't Chloe's fault. So please, don't w

ief concern in his eyes vanishe

fferent. To me, s

k. His touch was soft, his eyes filled with a hol

e good,

but I refused to let them fall. I closed them, and a

t. He didn't