She refuses to work, refuses to go out, and refuses to live. She is out of life and each day, just to survive, she sucks a breath of life out of him. I fear he's running out as well. When that happens, they'll both die. The sun is falling slowly from the sky and it's time to go home.
Terry looks hopeful.
He has a family to go home to. I, on the other hand, could stay here forever. I could drive from town to town, reading people's faces, invading their lives. I could sleep in a different bed each night. My house is just a house.