She began to speak, but he turned and walked down the sidewalk, out of the light that cast a weak glow around the door and into the inky night. Though she stood, her knees buckled, and she took a halting step toward the chest freezer to her left. She knew she wasn’t asleep. Looking down, she saw the small scab on her finger where she had pricked it moments ago. Was it moments ago? That night, she didn’t sleep.
boom. words fail me.