elseShe lifted her cup, looking for all intents and purposes like she was going to take a hearty swig. But she didn’t seem to be able to bring it to her lips. Instead, she stared into the hot liquid, wrapping her free hand around the cup and letting its warmth flow over her fingers, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes.
His mouth went dry. For a moment, he was lost; lost in the Hilda’s eyes. His Aitch – still a well of understanding, still sporting a shock of silver hair and an addiction to Columbian coffee. Hilda, normally so confident and assured; who just a moment ago had never seemed more alive.
aliveShe forced the tears away, drinking eagerly from her coffee cup as the warm, acidic notes of her chosen blend relaxed her. “What you said to Constantine – to Martin – about not real
