Citation de missmolko1
Since Sebastian died, Mariana no longer saw the world in color. Life was muted and gray and far away, behind a veil—behind a mist of sadness.
She wanted to hide from the world, all its noise and pain, and cocoon herself here, in her work, and in her little yellow house.
And that’s where she would have stayed, if Zoe hadn’t phoned her from Cambridge, that night in October.
Zoe’s phone call, after the Monday-evening group—that was how it started.
That was how the nightmare began.
She wanted to hide from the world, all its noise and pain, and cocoon herself here, in her work, and in her little yellow house.
And that’s where she would have stayed, if Zoe hadn’t phoned her from Cambridge, that night in October.
Zoe’s phone call, after the Monday-evening group—that was how it started.
That was how the nightmare began.
