A Secretary Affair
He kept telling to himself that it was just his mind playing tricks, that fear was making him see things that weren’t really there, but deep down he knew better.
Whatever had been outside earlier hadn’t really left. It was just waiting, lingering close enough to touch the edges of the house with its presence.
Sheara was sitting on the floor a few feet away from me, her back leaning against the leg of the sofa.
That skin-bound book rested in her lap, closed tight, her hands placed gently over the cover like she was holding something fragile, or maybe keeping something inside from breaking out. She wasn’t opening it, didn’t even seem like she had any intention of turning the pages anytime soon