Fiona
Margaret insisted I take the afternoon off, citing Archie's own instructions from the week before, and for once I didn't argue with her about it. My body still felt worn thin from the fever, and the thought of a few hours where I didn't have to measure every step or soften every word felt like more relief than I'd had in over a month.
I drove to the little secondhand bookstore near my old college campus, the one that sold used textbooks at half the price of anywhere else, hoping to find a copy of the tax law book I needed before my exam in a few weeks. My exam I'd barely had time to study for at all.
It felt strange, walking through the store as myself. No wig pressing against my scalp. No careful makeup aging lines into my face. Just my regular clothes, my regular hair pulled bac
