“White Noise,” by Emma Cline | The New Yorker
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Fiction by Emma Cline: This time tomorrow, Harvey would know everything. He believed, truly, that he would be exonerated. How could he not be?
Save this story Save this story Audio: Emma Cline reads. The dreams had mostly stopped. Still, he found himself awake, blinking in the dark room. Four A.M . He lay unmoving for a moment under the duvet. His T-shirt was stuck to his back—night sweats, the pillow swampy, the sheets damp. Roll to the other side. Spread out on the chilly sheets. Keep the eyes closed. As soon as both eyes opened, it would be straight to dull business, an organizer already laid out with his morning meds, a bottle of room-temperature Fiji water alongside. This time tomorrow, he would know everything. Well, not exactl
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