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231 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 28, 2022

In his version of the myth about a man who stole a selkie’s skin, the selkie kept the man.
“Today is. . .” Tom paused as he replaced the pen. “Not inky. No.” He glanced up at Theo. “Yesterday was. I was drowning in ink.”
But there was no telling what tomorrow would be like, or the day after. Maybe you should just focus on the tonight and the next tonight one by one. No, nothing crucial could be so incremental.
He was mired with regret that he had not succeeded and relief that he had survived.
The sun blazed. Had it been summer, it would be quite warm, but as it was, the light seemed to turn everything to cold glass.
Thankfulness was a difficult thing to accomplish, if only because he could not quite imagine living into the next month, never mind imagining what the next year might be like. The weight of his inability to do so drove him to excesses.
“I wish to repent for the years I’ve spent disdaining you purely because I also disdained me.”
“I did love him once, or I thought I did. . . or I thought I could.” Theo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know hearts can change. I just didn’t know mine had.”
The inky days still came and he did not know if they’d cease to come.