After
Perdita Stott
Karl had an obsessive need for quiet.
Mary felt her eyes lingering on his face, cold now after years of silence. It had been a handsome face. Once upon a time, the strong chin and high cheekbones had seemed chiselled, manly. Now everything about him was a hard edge, jutting and serious.
“It’s going to rain,” she offers up a useless observation as a means of breaking the stifling silence at the breakfast table.
He nods once in acknowledgement before turning his attention back […]