That night, Elias didn't sleep. He watched the digital clock on the bedside table. It didn't tick; it simply changed from to 02:01 in a sterile glow.
Elias looked at the bottle cap. For the first time in his life, he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his thumb where the metal pressed against his skin. It was a sensation that didn't have a label. It wasn't just ; it was a cold, metallic bite. GГ©nГ©rique
His wife looked up. Her face was symmetrical and pleasant, the kind of face you forget the moment you turn away. "The real what, Elias?" That night, Elias didn't sleep