He looks at her, naked from the waist up, for thirty seconds maybe, unable to take his eyes away. To his surprise, he is on the verge of tears. So many lost things.
“The Weir” by Mark Haddon (2015)
He looks at her, naked from the waist up, for thirty seconds maybe, unable to take his eyes away. To his surprise, he is on the verge of tears. So many lost things.