L. Ann

Still, I complete it. If I stop, something essential will break. Something I won’t be able to repair.

After a lifetime of independence, I must now rely on someone else’s willing cooperation

That’s … cruel.”

I don’t respond to that. Her sympathy, genuine or not, serves no practical purpose

her presence makes the perpetual silence of this tower less oppressive.

Dangerous thoughts. Distractions I cannot afford.