IX | Something We Play
IX | Something We Play ❦ I know what you didwith the plastic knife. I’m sitting in the study room,hiding behind a large paperback. Tammie’s perched on the armrest, the foul odouras unsettling as always. Why is she alwaysfollowing me around? ‘Are you a patient or a spy?’I demand. An apologetic smile. A … Read more