Chapter 36 Hairline Fractures

• The thing about pressure was—it didn’t always come in loud bangs or shattering glass.
• Sometimes, it was a crack in the tile. A hairline fracture in a windowpane. Something you didn’t notice until the whole thing caved in.
• Clara felt it in her fingertips. In the way her pen slipped from her grasp three times that morning. In how her coffee tasted like metal. In the cold sweat that clung to her spine when she stared too long at nothing.