He bought it. Came back the next day, pupils blown wide, smiling like a cracked mirror.
Mara closed the cabinet. Took down the vial of burnt-sugar regret. Held it to the light. love and other drugs
“What’s in there?” he asked, tapping the steel. He bought it
“Memory suppressant,” she said. “Temporary. Wipes the last six hours clean. Good for bad dates, funerals, or the moment you realize you’ve become someone you don’t recognize.” pupils blown wide