Elsbeth asked, her eyes round as she watched Thomas, who was pulling on a coat as he prepared to go out. “I’ll be fine.” He chuckled—she was like a mother hen. “You’ve taught me very well these past few weeks about how to behave. No animal out there is going to get me tonight.” Elsbeth smiled. “Y...
She barely felt the cold as she stood in the grass, her spine rigid as the priest’s voice droned on and on, reciting the funeral rites. Her eyes remained fixed on the two wooden caskets that sat next to the freshly dug graves, and she wondered how she could feel nothing at all. No anger, sadness,...