They didn't.
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 emberlyn
“You’ve been trying to put yourself out your whole life, haven’t you?” he said. It wasn’t a question. It was a recognition. They didn't
The mother, flustered, hushed the child and pushed the cart away. But Carrie just smiled. It wasn't an insult. It was a fact. arms at her sides
Then, one winter, she met Leo.