For fifteen years he hadn’t dared to take her with him to a banquet. Yet by the end of that very evening, the enthusiastic applause and admiring glances of the guests were meant for her alone.
The autumn air in their bedroom was motionless and thick, like a viscous substance in which any attempt at dialogue drowned. Mark sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, his fingers aimlessly sliding over the glossy surface of his smartphone, reflecting the cold light of the screen. He wasn’t looking at Sophia; his gaze … Read more