[Her voice is as soft as his, and thick. But she cried so much in quarantine. She's past the point of tears.]
Why?
[There's no anger, no judgment. Her middle feels like it's taken a blow from a pillow rather than a solid fist that steals her breath away. She's felt the latter before. Why is this different?
Is it because she'd already thought about it? Already cried? Already wrung out her anger and fear while trapped alone waiting to see if she too had caught the disease?
She doesn't know.
But still, it feels like an important question. She feels like she should know.]
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I wondered.
[Her voice is as soft as his, and thick. But she cried so much in quarantine. She's past the point of tears.]
Why?
[There's no anger, no judgment. Her middle feels like it's taken a blow from a pillow rather than a solid fist that steals her breath away. She's felt the latter before. Why is this different?
Is it because she'd already thought about it? Already cried? Already wrung out her anger and fear while trapped alone waiting to see if she too had caught the disease?
She doesn't know.
But still, it feels like an important question. She feels like she should know.]