Their eyes met and for a long time, he didn’t say anything. She was clutching the glass hard in her hand, all the while he held her gaze. She could have said something. It felt like a pivotal moment, a potential point of no return. An intersection.
Turn right for potentially scary human interaction.
Next chapter of The Hartfields is up here.
Also, apologies for my inactivity. Where Scarlett is concerned, you can consider the story on a hiatus. I’m so dang busy with real life matters and I can’t keep up with everything. I want to finish it in time, but now is not the time.