Status Updates From Juniper Hill (The Edens)

Knox needed to leave me alone so I could scarf these simple carbohydrates in the hopes they’d give me a boost to finish the day… Sometime in the last week, he’d trimmed his beard, shaping it to the chiseled contours of his jaw. The sleeves of his chef’s coat were pushed up his forearms like he always seemed to do, and even though it was a fairly shapeless garment, it molded to his biceps and broad shoulders.

“O Drake teria uma vida feliz. Ela certificar-se-ia disso.
E, depois de ontem à noite, eu também.
Agora, já não havia volta a dar. Não depois daquela noite. Ela oferecera-me os seus melhores dias. Eu dar-lhe-ia os meus.
Aos dois.”