Chapter 35 Ours
- “You’re supposed to be resting,” I said, walking into Damon’s hospital room to find him sitting up, laptop balanced on his knees, scrolling through something with far too much focus for someone who’d been shot four days ago.
- “I am resting,” Damon said, not looking up. “Horizontally adjacent resting. It counts.”
- “You’re reading council hearing transcripts.”