Daily Writing Blurb

She stopped coming down for meals. The rare moments he saw her, she was staring out the window, ignoring the book she claimed to be reading. She claimed to be happy, too, but he knew she just didn't want his pity. That she was forced into their marriage didn't help her opinion of him. But this despondency was new and he refused to consider the only possible reason: she was in love.

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Art: Summer Solitude (c) Deborah Bays.