Creon had closed his eyes, that beautiful, sharp-lined face suddenly a maze of shadows. ‘You have thought about this, too.’ There was no other way to interpret his expression, the exhaustion etched in the lines around his lips. ‘About where in hell we should go when all of this is over, if we don’t want to spend the rest of our lives surrounded by people who’ll never feel completely comfortable about us.’ ‘A little.’
