Chapter 8

• The loud and strident noise of the city from honking cars and impatient crowd became pronounced in the room. Silence was more of a necessity than requirement with how much awkwardness and intensity choked the air. Isabella shared a look of worry and displeasure with Alexandra and Rose. They knew the history that was between the two people who burned cold stares at each other. Something has to be said to break the tension but there was nothing to say, so it built itself till it occupied the whole apartment.
• Zipporah lost her ability to function, she was jammed to a spot and it didn’t occur to her that there were witnesses. His eyes were cold and deep. They were greener than the last time she looked into them. A lot of things were different from the last time. She felt small standing so close to him, he seemed larger than he was and it didn’t help that he wouldn’t take his eyes away from her face. Every second that wavered brought back memories, the ones she had succeeded to bury and the ones that lingered. She hearkened unto the hatred and regret that marched along side her memories.
• Her feet retreated, each step punctuated how much distance she needed from him. Her eyes mirrored bitterness and confusion. As she stepped back, he took a step forward and tried to reach for her.