Chapter 61 - Late Night Baking

• Shirley
• There’s silence between Keith and I as I wait for his reply. Snow continues to fall around us, landing in his hair until the black strands are painted with white. He’s as unreadable as ever as he stares at me, his expression still resembling exhaustion as he doesn’t appear to even be trying for words.
• And I don’t either. I just wait for something. For him to utter a word or maybe just to see him nod or shake his head. But even those gestures from Keith could mean anything - he always plays so close to the vest.