Elena’s Point Of View

The room was silent… so silent I could hear the pulse of my own blood in my ears, the shallow breaths of the people around me, the tick of the grandfather clock in the corner like a countdown to something final. Graham’s face was pale, his jaw clenched, his eyes wild with something ugly… fear, maybe, or realization, or the dawning horror that he was losing me, that he’d already lost me a long time ago and was only just seeing it now.

"What do you mean by that?" ...