KANE'S POV

She looked smaller since the accident. Not physically, though the bruises and the pallor had done their work but something in her posture had sunk, like she was folding inward to keep something from leaking out. And I couldn’t name it, I mean I didn’t want to name it.

Emotions, when named, become liabilities.

She barely spoke on the ride back from the hospital, not that I’m much of a talker either, but even the silence has texture. Hers was hollow and mine was ...