Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
Outside, Sarah squeezed my shoulder.
“You held up well.”
“I didn’t say much.”
“That was never a requirement.”
I went home and slept for two hours with the curtains open, sunlight moving across the floor.
Nothing dramatic happened when I woke.
The world had simply continued, and I was still allowed to be in it.
PART 18