TANTALUM / Chapter 4
“Come close,” I say whispering to Angel in my weakest voice.
“Something needs to be said.”
She steps forward. Waits a shovel beat. Bends at the hip. Palms the bed frame near my head.
“Yes. What is it,” she says.
“I’m. I’m. I’m," I say.
“Yes. Go on,” she says.
“I'm sorry to do this,” I say while grabbing her throat. The …