“It all happened rather swiftly, in my case,” Barnaby said casually, although this was as weighty a confession as he could impart. “I do not know that I chose it. Not – not consciously, at any rate.”
If he had, would he have chosen this unlife at all? He liked to think so. But he didn’t know. He hadn’t anticipated just how lonely it would be, caught between one place and the other.
If he had, would he have chosen this unlife at all? He liked to think so. But he didn’t know. He hadn’t anticipated just how lonely it would be, caught between one place and the other.
