Silence fell around them. A silence as limitless as time. The silence from which all things spring, all things good and evil. With a great effort, Prentice raised his gaze and looked her in the eyes. —The shadow of my former self. It was a pitiful admission. A comic one. It had been written in the pages of Prentice’s personal history to elicit guffaws. But young Evelyn, so prone to beautiful laughter, remained sober. Sympathetic. Unflinching.
