The Faded Attic
The invoice from St. Jude’s Hospital lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the humid air, a document that weighed more than its physical mass suggested, a heavy, gray thing that seemed to pull the light down with it. Clara read the total for the third time, the number blurred by the condensation on her glasses, the sum that had eaten her savings, her dignity, and her future,...
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