The Fishhook Scar
There had been no story to tell Sebastian.
The man across from me had not heard about that room.
He had stood in it.
Chapter 12 — The Things Only He Would Know
After that I could not stop.
Every day gave me another test, and every test came back the same.
I brought up a restaurant we used to love, and I deliberately, carefully, got Santiago’s favorite dish wrong, naming a thing he had never ordered in his life.
“You always got the enchiladas,” I said, though he never had.
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