[ It's hard not to feel the chill of the Chicago Public Library's frigid air on his arms when Archer says that, impossible to block out the memory of what he read before quickly turning to a different page out of basic decency: Yevgenia Yezhova, presented with a tiny figure of a gnome by her husband, killing herself in a mental wardβpreferable to what her future would have been otherwise. But it was a detail laid naked before anyone, any American with no frame of reference, people who never even knew the manβa sick window for voyeurs, all of it. What if he'd done something notable? Would they be dissecting his life right now?
His thoughts don't linger on the topic much more than that, because even with the intruder's hands up, this is still a life threatening situation. ]
tw historical suicide reference/allusion to sexual assault
His thoughts don't linger on the topic much more than that, because even with the intruder's hands up, this is still a life threatening situation. ]
No. You first.
[ He gestures with the gun. ]
Door is that way.