"Marcus," she says. "Please."
Then she is there.
"No," she agrees. "It isn't."
She catches me looking and smiles.
"Something true," I repeat. "Okay." I take a breath. "The night you died, I was in the hospital cafeteria eating a stale muffin. And I thought—I thought, Good. Now I don’t have to watch her suffer anymore. And then I hated myself for thinking it. I still hate myself." Companion 2025
"Marcus," she says. "Please."
Then she is there.
"No," she agrees. "It isn't."
She catches me looking and smiles.
"Something true," I repeat. "Okay." I take a breath. "The night you died, I was in the hospital cafeteria eating a stale muffin. And I thought—I thought, Good. Now I don’t have to watch her suffer anymore. And then I hated myself for thinking it. I still hate myself."