Then he spoke of her cowardice, and from within, her heart fluttered and a soft heat branched out across her chest, face, and stomach pits and she felt imprisoned by that room.
Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.
The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.