The Fabric of Our Souls
I’m twenty-six years old, and I want to die.
Instead, I wake up in a hospital with my brother weeping over me, and a male nurse with cruel eyes and a morbid sense of humor watching my every move.
Next thing I know, my brother’s sent me to Harlow Sanctum, an unorthodox rehab that rooms people together based on treatment plans—and my roommate is none other than the man with the harsh glare I met the day prior.
I crave death. He craves life.
Can two people like us cure each other?
I’m twenty-six years old, and I want to die.
Instead, I wake up in a hospital with my brother weeping over me, and a male nurse with cruel eyes and a morbid sense of humor watching my every move.
Next thing I know, my brother’s sent me to Harlow Sanctum, an unorthodox rehab that rooms people together based on treatment plans—and my roommate is none other than the man with the harsh glare I met the day prior.
I crave death. He craves life.
Can two people like us cure each other?
I’m twenty-six years old, and I want to die.
Instead, I wake up in a hospital with my brother weeping over me, and a male nurse with cruel eyes and a morbid sense of humor watching my every move.
Next thing I know, my brother’s sent me to Harlow Sanctum, an unorthodox rehab that rooms people together based on treatment plans—and my roommate is none other than the man with the harsh glare I met the day prior.
I crave death. He craves life.
Can two people like us cure each other?
