Template Chapter 1
Template The smell of disinfectant, hovering over a deeper taint of rot. The scent of a body slowly failing, the shameful weakness of being all out of beginnings but not having a clean clear ending. Everything that yellow-tinged white of old stained ivory, the colors of a sick bed. The men with black suits and black briefcases were silhouettes against the picture window behind them, the panoramic view of the estate that I hadn't seen in weeks. One was talking, I could barely hear him...