The silence between our Hearts

rted again j

the glass. Harbor's Edge was quiet this time of day-shops closed early, and the seagulls had lo

self, a picture of her and him in stick figures slowly taking shape. She smil

up a green crayon. "Can I mak

hat's how you see m

he studio door j

lars came during the afternoon-tourists looking for art cl

an wasn't

oaked in a dark coat, his presence filled the room bef

t f

a f

mi

de dulled, her breath caught, and the weight of

st looked at her like he'd s

m. He looked older. Harder. The softness in his ey

he final

t cracked something

e you doing here

is eyes flicked to the side, where Leo sat cross-l

n back

he said. "There are thi

ound the edge of her

here," she said,

her like he was trying to find

e droppe

pened to

Four years of silence, heartbreak, and the truth that st

e said cheerfully. "Ar

n bli

breath

n silen

was the kind