She Turned On the Lights

That he would be moved out of the facility.

That an old man who could not speak or stand would be put out to die, and that it would be Yvaine’s doing.

That was the leash.

That was why a woman with bruises on her wrists carried coffee to her tormentors’ guests and called it a fall.

She was not staying for herself.

She had never been staying for herself.