PART 2
Lucas woke a little after seven.
He didn’t wake the way a man wakes after too much champagne. He woke slowly, heavily, like someone climbing out of deep water. His eyes wouldn’t focus. He tried to sit up twice before he managed it.
I was sitting in the armchair across from the bed, still in the robe I’d put on at midnight, my mother’s necklace coiled in my palm.
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