It was insensitive to ask, perhaps, though Evelyn would have liked to know how far they reached before they were cut down. Before that time was unceremoniously taken from them by someone he was supposed to trust. Frank looks so unbelievably uncomfortable at the thought, something rolling dark and foreign under his skin that she bridges the gap to take his hand, to still those waters.
No pity there, but determination. No sympathies, but understanding. It is difficult to communicate what the loss of a child is like to those with no experience in it. Mute recognition feels like a thousand words, anyway.]
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It was insensitive to ask, perhaps, though Evelyn would have liked to know how far they reached before they were cut down. Before that time was unceremoniously taken from them by someone he was supposed to trust. Frank looks so unbelievably uncomfortable at the thought, something rolling dark and foreign under his skin that she bridges the gap to take his hand, to still those waters.
No pity there, but determination. No sympathies, but understanding. It is difficult to communicate what the loss of a child is like to those with no experience in it. Mute recognition feels like a thousand words, anyway.]