I shiver to think about it. The way the door slammed behind me with a hollow metal sound and the echo of heels tapping down a distant hall, surrounded by quiet, a deafening quiet.
I pulled my coat close around me against the unknown cold, and shook, questioning why I agreed to this. I trembled at the touch of a hand on my shoulder. My knees quivered with palsy wondering how this would end.
I turned around jittery and he inquired, “What are we having for dinner?”
. . . . seriously just saying