- Do we have plans? - I asked curiously, realizing that if I don’t get distracted, then we definitely won’t get out of bed today.

Erik sat up, stretching all his stiff limbs. I ran my finger along the long, thin scar that runs from the collarbone to the stomach, obliquely. And then I noticed others: narrow and white from some cold weapon, a stain of an old burn on the chest, a round, irregularly overgrown mark from a revolver bullet ... I wanted to press my lips to each mark, making it disappear. The thought of how often he might have been killed struck me as terrible, and I...