He'd Kept This Silence Because His Own

Away From The Bright Motion Of The Party, She Carried Her Sadness Like A Dark Stone Clenched In Her Palm.

Each Letter Has A Shape, She Told Them, One Shape In The World And No Other, And It Is Your Responsibility To Make It Perfect.

This Was Her Life. Not The Life She Had Once Dreamed Of, Not A Life Her Younger Self Would Ever Have Imagined Or Desired, But The Life She Was Living, With All Its Complexities. This Was Her Life, Built With Care And Attention, And It Was Good.

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.

His Love For Her Was So Deeply Woven With Resentment That He Could Not Untangle The Two.