Chapter 82 Rafaela SáNchez
- Rafaela Sánchez
- He looks at me as if I were the center of everything that still matters.
- The room is silent, except for the rapid pulsing of my heart, which, if it could, would fill every space. The door closes behind the caregiver, and I know exactly what I’m doing. I know the thin line I’m crossing. The line that separates the professional from the personal, reason from desire, control from risk.