The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

applied with the precision of someone who lives in spreadsheets and attention to detail—was smeared in smoky arcs under my eyes like someone had tried to paint me as a tragedy. My lips were pale, bloodless. There was a faint bruise on the inside of my elbow, just above the crook.

A needle mark.

I stared at it for five full seconds before my brain would continue reading …