She set down her pruning shears. "Let me get my coat."
Back at the house, he led her to the studio. The drawings from Absence, Day 1 to Day 63 were pinned to every wall, a silent, anguished procession. Mira walked slowly, looking at each one. Her eyes glistened, but she didn't cry. When she reached the last drawing, the door, she stopped. drawing series
He didn't say he was sorry. He didn't say he missed her. He just held out the sketchbook, open to the last drawing. She set down her pruning shears
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