The Company
Wife

Forgot it was an engine by line two. Then forgot my own name.

“I don't leave reviews. I'm leaving this one on the floor, where it left me.”

“Felt like eavesdropping on something I wasn't meant to hear. Couldn't stop.”

Whoever paced this slow burn deserves a medal and a lie-down.

“It understood longing better than the last person who claimed to.”

“This ruined every other thing I tried to read after it. Unfair.”

the engine didn't rush them and that's the entire point. devastating restraint, genuinely.

the restraint. THE RESTRAINT. give whoever tuned this an award.