I Asked My Family To Pick Me Up From The Airport After I’d Had Risky Surgery, But They Refused. I just replied, ‘OK!’
I got in the car without reading the message. The door shut with that soft, expensive thump—soundproofing, engineering, intention. The kind of door you only hear when someone who respects you opens it. I leaned back against the leather, careful of the stitches beneath my ribs. My breath came thin, but steady. The man—Mr. Mercer, … Read more