Page 163 of Misery

Tonight, I just hold on and let go.

It's all any of us can do.

The cottage settles around us, wood adjusting to temperature changes.

It sounds like sighing.

Like the house itself is tired of holding so many secrets, so much pain.

But also love. Also hope.

That's what we are, Oskar and me.

That's what Helle is too, driving through the night toward whatever comes next.

Different kinds of survival. Different kinds of strength.

All of us just trying to find a way to live with what we've done and what's been done to us.

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