When Silence Plays The Melody

tor told me I had a concussion. He asked me how I fell. I lied. I said I trippe

rve graft had been done crudely. There was significant damage. He couldn't promise a

nail in the coff

mother. Her voice was warm, a stark contra

Are you alright? I' m having a small family di

er son was blind to. She had even tried, subtly, to set me up with other young men from "good families," whispering to me at p

I w

o the dining room, my heart sank. Molly was there, sitting next to

silence thick with unspoken accusations. Then

flying to her throat. She gaspe

she choked out, pointing a

shouting for an EpiPen. A new housemaid,

ly breathing into a paper bag, the maid turned

at me. "I saw her. She came into the kitchen befor