Their outlines seemed to soften and she realised that were her father and her aunt. When she closed her eyes she could hear a weird, rhythmic noise coming at her from a great distance. His eyes were swallowing her into the mesmeric darkness again. She had wanted to succeed, she longed to be charming and confident, to make friends and attract admirers, but the cold reality was that she hated it.
Apart from that he felt, physically at least, as if nothing had happened. Henry was tidying up, his back to them, not listening. Silence had fallen, but memories imbued every word or kiss exchanged with unspoken affirmations: It's over, we're alive, we're together. Oh, don't misunderstand; I love them and they love me, in their way.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.