Her apartment was a sanctuary of climate control. She had a high-powered air purifier to suck up any errant sparks. Her pillows were made of a fire-retardant fabric she’d ordered online from a company that usually supplied race car drivers. She slept on her back, arms at her sides, like a vampire in a very warm coffin.
Carrie felt a crack in the dam she’d built around herself. carrie emberlyn
They didn't.
She didn't just feel happy. She felt incandescent . Her apartment was a sanctuary of climate control