“William squeezed his eyes shut, but the image of the black storm clouds closing over the sunset’s crimson glow remained, along with the desire to capture it on film. A desire he’d thought long gone. He knew why. Aubrey. For some reason, seeing her had started this. She’d thawed a frozen part of him just enough to feel. Or maybe he’d simply been ready. It had been over four years. They say time heals all things, even, he supposed, a loss so deep. The phone’s insistent ring continued. He checked ...the caller ID; it was her. His heart skipped from fear that she was calling with bad news—also an unease that she was calling at all. He’d said too much to her. He’d let the vulnerable truth spill out as if it was nothing, nothing at all. He’d opened himself up too much, and now there was no way to pull back his words. No way to hit Delete, rewind and try playing it differently. He would, if he could. So, why did his hand shoot out and grab the cordless handset? Because he couldn’t stand to sit in the growing darkness any longer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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