“You’ve ruined me,” she repeats, her voice quieting a little as it catches. “You’ve ruined me – you made me wake up. And now I can’t get rid of you.” Her voice surges again as I reach out, curling my hand around her arm, her skin flushed hot under my fingers. “You won’t leave me alone.”

“You’ve ruined me,” she repeats, her voice quieting a little as it catches. “You’ve ruined me – you made me wake up. And now I can’t get rid of you.” Her voice surges again as I reach out, curling my hand around her arm, her skin flushed hot under my fingers. “You won’t leave me alone.”

— Amie Kaufman