Sham Marriage. The silence in the village house was a special kind—thick and ringing, like ice on a winter well.
The silence in the village house was its own kind—thick and ringing, like ice on a winter well. It didn’t soothe; it pressed down. Every clink of her mother’s spoons against the bottom of the enamel bowl, every rustle of her housecoat echoed in Liza’s soul as a quiet yet unmistakable reproach. Her mother never […]
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