Twelve days later.It’s been a week since the break-up. The house feels calmer even lonely, even though it’s never been a noisy place. I keep the television on sometimes just so the silence doesn’t swallow me whole.Tomorrow is the operation. Two months of planning, thirty years of waiting, and decades of grief will end in a few hours.This is it.The sting of the evening air hits my face as I push open the balcony door. The sky is a fading blue, purple and grey. I’m still in the same plaid shirt I’ve worn all day, sleeves rolled up, my collar is damp with sweat.I can’t tell if the heat is from the weather or from my nerves.My hands grip the rail. From up here I can see the city stretching. , the roads running like veins. Somewhere out there, Delmont is breathing, planning, unaware that the people he buried are coming for him.“This is for you, Mum,” I whisper.“For you, Dad.”The words feel heavy on my tongue, almost foreign. I’ve said them a hundred times in my head, but tonight t
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