The Desolations of Devil's Acre

They’re in my office every other day, breathing down my bonnet about when it’s going to be ready

Oh, and I take issue with the notion that we’re forced to steal. For me, it’s a passion.” He opened his hand and dangled from it a small locket on a silver chain

It was a lie. I would never have left her behind.

But after a moment she jerked her head up. “Why aren’t we dead?”
A shudder rattled through me, involuntary.
Maybe we are.