She looked at him. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, head swaying from side to side with the motion of a clock's pendulum. Gathering time....

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...

Her chest so tight, she could barely breathe. Crouched down behind the door, arms wrapped around her knees, she cried miserably into...