Her tea had gone cold in her hands, though she continued to hold the cup as if its warmth were still there. She told herself she was simply tired, that the unease pressing against her chest was nothing more than the weight of the week —Thomas’s unexpected visit, the tense dinners, the arguments disguised as polite conversation. Yet even as she tried to reason with herself, she could not ignore the sensation that the house was holding its breath along with her.
Her tea had gone cold in her hands, though she continued to hold the cup as if its warmth were still there. She told herself she was simply tired, that the unease pressing against her chest was nothing more than the weight of the week —Thomas’s unexpected visit, the tense dinners, the arguments d...