“You know when you’re outside really late at night, and everything is very quiet? You can sort of hear the silence expanding way into the distance?”
A faint chill began to seep around the edges of the room, but very slowly. A light breeze lifted some crumbs off one of the tables, and ruffled the flowers in their vase. Julie stood still, listening for sounds that would indicate some disaster or threat, but all she could hear was her own ragged breathing.
Lace and shadows, tea laid on silver trays and the smell of incense lingered. She had made her attic into a nest, magpie-like—strange glints of old-fashioned jewellery, faded photographs. He couldn’t quite tell if she was serious, or if this … Continued