Sally slipped out of bed and looked outside, wincing against the glare. Roofs of nearby buildings, tops of light poles, even lids on dumpsters in the ally were all covered with a reflective layer of white. The snow had finally come. Concern for Jim, guilt that she had hurt...
“How many times do I have to apologize before you hear what I’m saying?” Diana had moved into his office four days ago, but his attempts to apologize still fell on deaf ears. “There’s no need to shout.” Her voice was cold and controlled. “I’ve heard you. You said you’re so...