Climax
Morning light brightened the window, and crept across the bed until it lit my body. I could not move. Ever since McAllister had gathered up his belongings, packed his suitcases, and walked out of our bedroom; I had remained curled up on my side with my back to the door. Neither of us had said good-bye to the other. I should never have told him the truth about myself. I should never have told him that I was Cicero's genetically modified clone. Six hours ago, I had lain in this same place,...