I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

that word. The same word from the night before, the language of containment.

When I ended the call I sat in the pale morning light of my apartment for a long time. Then I called Simon.

He picked up on the second ring. “They asked you to come in.”

“Yes.”

“Good.” His voice carried no satisfaction, only confirmation. “Don’t sign anything. Don’t argue. Don’t continue reading …