Synopsis

The sight of them, intertwined, was a physical blow. He’d caught them, and now the implications slammed into him with brutal force. A wave of something cold washed over him – not anger, precisely, but a desolate understanding. He had to tell her. He had to make her understand. The words felt inadequate, clumsy things to convey the weight of what he'd witnessed. He began to speak, each syllable a hesitant step into a difficult truth, hoping against hope that she would hear him, truly hear him,