"You shouldn't be here," she said, and there was no reprimand in it, only a fact.
Later, alone in the blue light of his apartment, he typed that night into a draft: "fsdss826 — I couldn’t resist the shady neighborho. Best." He hit save. The words were a kind of proof: that he'd stepped past his own edge and found a small, electric thing waiting. fsdss826 i couldnt resist the shady neighborho best
"You went to where the light gets weird," he said, echoing his own earlier message. "You shouldn't be here," she said, and there