“Sleeping beside him had become unbearable and she’d taken to the daybed in the guest room upstairs. Four days had passed since Sherry’s first visit, once more dropping by on Thursday to deliver a casserole, speak with Conner downstairs in the rec room, and go. It seemed to Katt, however, like an eternity in hell. There he lay, her victim, emaciated, jittery with brain disease whenever he made the slightest move, or feint at one, and on top of that, shivering sporadically, violently from the pne...umonia he’d contracted and could no longer fight off. He ate and drank when she brought mugs or small portions to his lips, but it was impossible to tell if he did so with awareness. She spoke with him, soothed him, shutting out that she had herself been the cause of his steep decline, speaking from the love she felt for him still. Let others scoff—if all this ever came out—at the contradiction; logically, there was a disjointure between love and taking his life, but no such problem could she find emotionally.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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